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 18, 2016 by vhalla
West
&vhalla
don't go inside; that's where my demons hide

I'm just a girl. That's what Sam announces immediately after Vhal confronts her. Scoffing in disbelief, the assassin eyes her pointedly. The faerie had clearly not been in the role as a queen for very long. Instead of answering her statement, the white haired woman rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips. When the queen questions her, inquiring about her mental well being a wall as hard as steel slammed down on her emotions and let the despair and self loathing wash away until she felt nothing at all. Giving Sam a curt nod she crosses her arms across her chest, "Of course, I've never been better. I can't say I've ever had the pleasure to interact with a queen before," she smiles slyly.

It is then that Vhalla realizes the fae instantly relaxes when she tells her she has no recollection of the names she had listed off. Tilting her head slightly, curiosity swam through her but the witch knew better than to pry. If someone was willing to give information up then so be it, the woman didn't make it a habit of interrogating while she was off duty. Raising a brow as the faerie brushes past her, motioning her to follow she debates on bidding her a goodnight and to take off for home, but curiosity crawled through her. Shrugging, she turns on a heel and follows her casually, arms swaying at her sides.

When the fae comments about making sure that Vhalla was safe she very nearly bursts out into loud bouts of laughter again, but she manages to stifle it behind a cough with amusement twinkling in her blue eyes. Again, her eyes widen in surprise at the gesture of good faith in the assassin and she almost comes to a halt. She didn't realize that this faerie queen was taking her home with her. For a moment, a flare of suspicion courses through her, yet curiosity still had its hold on her. Perhaps it would be wise to learn more about the queen and her whereabouts. The information could come in handy later on down the road.

"Vhalla," she replies with her name suddenly, "Or Vhal. I've been called much worse so either or works," she chuckles turning over old memories in her head. Yes, she had been called many names. The silence was comforting as they strolled through the abandoned streets, Vhalla didn't feel the need to fill the quiet of the night, she was content to listen to their feet slap the pavement as they walked. Keeping a wary eye out, always the observant one, it wasn't long before they reached a doorstep that Vhal could only presume was Sam's house.

The fondness she begins to speak about her roommate, another brow rises again at her explanation but the assassin doesn't answer except for a single nod. There would be no promises on if she would hurt her roommate or not, even if her roommate was basically a king, she did not like to be ordered around. Vhal liked to think she was a fairly reasonable woman when she wasn't at work, while she was on the job, well that's another story. Watching Sam unlock her front door, the queen leads the witch into her domain and Vhalla takes it all in with hungry eyes.

The white haired woman had to admit she had a nice pad. It was open and a beautiful spiral staircase graced the room, everything modern, sleek and easy on the eyes. Following Sam into the kitchen she grazes her glance down the queen again while she's looking away, "You don't know me, I'm covered in blood and you're unsure if it's mine or someone else's and yet you led me straight into your apartment while your faerie king is sleeping. Why?" Vhal asks sternly, arms crossing as she watches the queen. Now, under the lights, the blood is very prominent across her suit and splattered throughout her white hair.

i am the raven queen
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