West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

I am the raven queen (open)


Posted on June 09, 2016 by vhalla
West Reopen Thread
&vhalla
don't go inside; that's where my demons hide

Vhalla wanders down the harbor with that insufferable swagger of hers. Her lengthy white hair is swept into a braid, falling over her shoulder and reaching her slim waist. A black hood is drawn over her head to conceal her face in the shadows, her eccentric blue eyes observing the darkening neighborhood. She had overheard from a stranger, while she was lurking in the shadows, that a very special fighting ring made a name in the west; Noah's Ark. Excitement begins to burn deep inside her, a feeling she hasn't felt in ages. Taking a deep breath through her nostrils, she checks her flames to ensure they are dormant and will stay that way.

Releasing her breath, it isn't long before her ears pick up the chanting and cheers from somewhere in the darkness. A lazy smile spreads slowly across her face as Vhalla shoves her hands into her pockets. Moving closer she notes the abandoned cargo ship to her right and the screams drifting across the narrow strip of water. Clearly the ship wasn't that abandoned. The structure was a rusty old thing and amazingly it still found way to stay buoyant atop the ocean.

Strolling closer, Vhalla finds a plank to cross onto the ship but she pauses momentarily debating on if she could clear the gap by leaping across. Looking down at her pants, she sighs, Vhalla wore the wrong material in order to make the jump. Tugging at the tight fabric that lines her legs, she longingly wishes for her stretchy suit she left hanging in the closest she reserves for jobs. Breathing a sigh she makes her way up the plank, unnoticed and moves through the empty deck, following the deafening noise. The entrance wasn't terribly hard to find if you were used to a world where a fighting ring was created.

Slipping silently through the door, she found herself immediately swept into the crowd that were made up of predominantly were-creatures. The nice thing about keeping her powers locked away, she was less likely to be noticed, even by other magical beings. Weaving through the crowd of drunkards, Vhalla moves to the closest wall which happens to have a very good view of the ring, she leans against the wall lazily with arms crossed to enjoy the show. It looked to be that they were in between fights and shouts of protest suddenly sounded through the sweaty crowd. Apparently, there were not very many patient beings here. Vhalla was suddenly disappointed she didn't wear her suit, the exhilaration to be able to fight a wear-creature would be incredible.

Perhaps one of these days she would enter in the tournament, they would not deny her she was sure. Shifting slightly, her hood slides off revealing her unusual white hair and she doesn't make a move to cover it again. Lounging there without a care in the world, Vhalla knew she was playing a dangerous game but those were the only kind of games she played.

i am the raven queen
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