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 hate it when you hiss


Posted on January 12, 2015 by bethel mercy ayer
West
Oh mercy, will it overcome us

"Ah, a servant of mystery, I see."
The sights and sounds of the Ark could have been over stimulating and overwhelming for the young woman, but amidst the disorderly cacophony permeating every single square inch of the hull, her poise never faltered. Standing in front of the King of the Ship as she had begun to refer to him in her internal conversations as quickly as her eyes had lain on him, Bethel tilted her head slowly as if preparing to size up her prey. Every, even slight, movement the woman made was executed with a distilled speed much like her animalistic counterpart and this made her head's tilt incredibly reminiscent of the anaconda coiled beneath her human skin. With keen, chartreuse eyes of her own Bethel raised those almond shaped eyes to greet the narrowed gaze of the man in front of her. With eyes a brilliant and captivating shade of green, the young woman found herself in a daze for a brief moment, almost as if she were drowning in an emerald sea. There was something intoxicating about his stare, even if it was an apprehensive and... was that distrust treading water there, too? Bethel's lips began to slither into a deceptively small smirk, decidedly removing her gaze from the hands of his before returning to her original stature of self-assured poise with her chin raised slightly.

"We've come upon a great perhaps," Bethel quoted, her words accented by the hint of a hiss. The great literary quote slid off her tongue as easily as her skin shed itself. Complimented by a quiet laugh, one of Bethel's eyebrows rose in response to Tetradore's inquisition in a display of voracious amusement. "I'm sure these rumors are nothing you haven't already heard." Was that true? Surely, the great Tetradore would have been notified of rumors circulating the community about his little... operation, here. It would have come as a sincere surprise if he wasn't aware of them, let alone if Bethel could enlighten him to anything she had heard. With a brief shake of her head, she would have dismissed is words, following her own. The slight shake of her head knocked her long, golden-blonde hair from it's knot at the nape of her neck, allowing it to tumble haphazardly down her back. Gently raking a hand through her locks to tuck them behind an ear and away from her face, Bethel would have allowed the man a better look at her face and as a result, a better chance of interpreting any expression that might arise.

Bethel turned her head slowly and ceremoniously in order to answer his inquiry about her arrival, and her motives for just the same. The fights going on around her had drawn her interest to an immense peak initially, but now? Thoughts of participating had replaced the awe with which she had watched the others partake in. An insatiable desire had begun to blossom somewhere within her scales, the constrictor preparing to unhinge it's jaw and swallow whatever competition may arise. "Originally for the fights," Bethel replied, her words drawn out slightly. "But now I could be persuaded for something else. I'm open to suggestions," She mused, raising a shoulder in an amiable shrug. A drink, a conversation, whichever. Both. Whatever. Bethel found a hint of amusement tickling her lips and eyes as they began to narrow at the pupil, a display of the reptile underneath.

"Besides, it isn't every day that a snake can slither out to play. Now, I'm wondering about participation... Would there be an opponent capable of besting an anaconda? Hypothetical, of course."


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


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