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


Posted on June 15, 2016 by vhalla
West
&vhalla
don't go inside; that's where my demons hide

There was a part of Vhalla who always wanted to be clothed in fine clothing, to strut about the city as if she owned the place. She would flaunt her money and wished her only problems would be the next man who wanted in her pants, or how shallow friends would try to grasp for compliments so they would stay in her good graces. That's what Vhalla thinks she wants, in reality she wouldn't want that at all.

Perhaps the fine clothing and the carefreeness of the life, but nothing more. Instead she was stuck with looking over her shoulder constantly, always watching her back for very real knives to be stabbed rather than figuratively. When it came to comparing the two women, the assassin was rather envious, but the white haired woman knew better than to wish for things that would never happen. So, she lets it slip away from her mind, buried for another time when she was debt free.

Another howl of laughter escapes from Vhalla when Sam basically begins to pout, the enunciation on the word "funny" just about did her in as she doubled over again. The laughter was oddly out of place here in the deserted streets, yet some lone strangers walking close enough might just think it was a maniac roaming these parts of town which would definitely not be out of place. Clutching her stomach as the spasms of laughter left her, Vhalla gave the queen a courteous nod, "Forgive me. I am not amused of your position, but of your demeanor, you're not what I expected was all."

If the witch didn't know any better, she might think Sam afraid of her. However, she did a good job of hiding it if she were. Watching the fae take a step back after Vhal called her by her name, there was a grim satisfaction flashing through her at that moment. Yes, the faerie should be frightened of her yet sometimes she couldn't help but wish to be normal. Suddenly tired, Vhalla's shoulders slumped slightly, "I do not know you, Samantha, I am just well accustomed to keeping tabs on who the biggest players are in this city. You happen to have made a name for yourself, quite recently if I may add, and it is my job to know," Vhal sighs, looking away.

Her job was beginning to take a toll on her and she could see the shades of the sky beginning to change colors. If she didn't make it home quickly the assassin was aware that the blood splattered across her would be suddenly visible to everyone. She tried to avoid questions when she could. When the faerie queen commented her abbreviated name, Vhalla nodded to her, "Sam," she repeated quietly, her eyes drooping. The witch knew she hadn't offered her name, but being polite was a trait that Vhal was significantly lacking.

Watching the shudder that ran through the woman's body, Vhalla was instantly awake, standing straighter, eyes narrowing dangerously. For whatever reason, the assassin had a sudden urge to protect this faerie. Scoffing internally at herself, she knew better than to make an effort to protect someone, her master made sure they would suffer as well as herself. Yet, there was something about the innocence of this fae that Vhal couldn't help but note and she wanted to protect Sam from the dangers of the world.

Crossing her arms, her stance stiffening, the assassin chewed over the names that were given to her. Whispering them to herself quietly, there was no recognition on those names, not one, "No, I've never heard of them," she paused, taking in the queen's demeanor again, "Why do you ask?"

i am the raven queen
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