Oh mercy, will it overcome us

In a metaphorical sea (see: city) of unfamiliar faces, Bethel had chosen solitude more often than not due to the drain that a plethora of introductions and acquaintances generally offered. The drain of energy as a consequence of meeting new people was something Bethel originally believed would not ail her. Despite this original idea, the young woman found herself sick with the monotony of what had become her daily life. When the idea of a fighting ring had befallen her astute ears, Bethel had decided that curiosity killing the cat was a mere unfortunate circumstance that said cat could have avoided very easily and she, as a creature far larger than a small feline, would undoubtedly be immune to. Immunity to a solemn end that might befall a lesser creature was a probability that Bethel was willing to bet on; literally, or figuratively. Festering uncomfortably and garnering far more than mere and innocent curiosity, the idea that there might be a location where were-animals were fighting for money and prizes finally became enough of an interest that the young woman had decided it was an adventure she should certainly embark on.

When faced with the ship where the illusive "Were-Playground" existed in the belly of said ship, Bethel's movements were paused in a form of hesitation born only of inquisitiveness about the exterior, and just what the walls of the ship might be hiding. How convenient it was that the ship looked abandoned and loved by the rusting hands of time whose gentle touch marred its steel walls. Peculiar, it was, that a potentially prestigious and infamous place be located in what appeared to be a dilapidated setting. It was possible that the interior was far more inviting in only the most dysphoric of ways though the idea found itself planted in the woman's mind with more than a hint of skepticism. As she stepped through the door, though, it dawned on Bethel that the ship was absolutely the opposite of its exterior and an incredible sight. With separate rings located in varying places in its body, Noah's Ark revealed itself with a kind of morbid appeal that sent a shiver down the young woman's spine accompanied by an expression filled with intrigue. The rumors had been right! As a small badger and fox were sparring in one of the arenas, the were-anaconda slithered her way through the throng that was watching, one of her arms lazily crossing over her chest to let her fingers brush over her arm in an action that was neither apprehensive, nor nervous. It was so relaxed, allowing her to think that this fighting might be something she was interested in. No, it wasn't just a thought. It was a sudden persistent desire to partake in the event, increasing by the moment.

In an effort to feel less politely dressed and more at ease among those gathered inside the cargo area of the ship where the fighting was clearly executed, Bethel pulled her hair from its ponytail high on her head and slipped her hands into her coat pockets. Amidst these motions, Bethel paused as the weight of someone's gaze rested heavily upon her. With a slow, reptilian movement of her head and her own gaze to find the source of the silken voice, the young woman moved in its direction, finding a humorous smirk lifting the corners of her lips. "I thought if I stared longer, perhaps the outside of the ship might look a little more appealing." Her words, as always, were accented with a very slight hiss. Thoughtfully running her tongue over her teeth, Bethel closed the relatively small distance to where she had been standing and the so called throne that the man in front of her was placed upon. He was, without a doubt, stately with a kind of ... positively male essence just pouring off of him. With her chin lowered, the woman allowed herself to peer up at him through her lashes in a devious way. "Far from it. I've heard rumors, and I wanted to see the source of them myself. You must be Aiden Tetradore, then."

Bethel Mercy Ayer -- were-anaconda -- played by auree