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 24, 2015 by bethel mercy ayer
West
Oh mercy, will it overcome us


Was it the atmosphere of the Ark that had set the scene for the young woman's sly, predatory demeanor to permeate her expression and stature? Or was it the way that Tetradore's own expression reciprocated the wickedness found in Bethel's very eyes, even if only existing there as a ruse for amusement. Perhaps it was a trait found in were-animals with a penchant for dominance... Perhaps. But then again, perhaps the mischief ruminating in the Alpha's eyes was merely a feline quality, typically expressed in the flick of their tails. A glimpse of humor at this very idea touches the woman's face, allowing a smile to spread and slither its way over her lips drawing them up and allowing her eyes to crinkle slightly, the smile taking over her features completely. It was entirely possible that demon cat was a moniker befitting the man, and in order to imagine a rumor housing this name Bethel's eyebrows furrowed as if judging whether it was a rumor she had heard or not.

"Demon cat sounds oddly appropriate," She mused, agreeably nodding after his statement regarding the name of the demon cat in question. "Bakeneko does sound familiar." With a soft laugh, Bethel's gaze flicks upwards in that lazy was that had become so characteristically her, in order to meet and hold the man's gaze as he used her for an anchor of his heavy contemplation. When his gaze breaks and begins to survey his dominion, she allows her gaze to rest upon him for a moment longer before she follows his gaze over the room, settling intently on the match currently underway in the ring. It seemed incredibly exhilarating to be under the lights and in the confines of such a small area, with only the prerogative to win a physical match. The alligator seemed to have an obvious advantage, utilizing it mercilessly against the horned goat who quickly fell victim to the advances the alligator had made. The display alone had allowed amusement to toy with the woman's features once more, enlightening to anyone watching her that the fights were a serious source of intrigue and that there was a blossoming desire to enter the ring herself.

Whatever images that had begun to form predicting what being in one of the fights might be like dissipated quickly as Tetradore's voice rose over the level of din in the belly of the ship. Slowly, Bethel turned to replace her eyes back on his, finding something almost hypnotic about them. It had been hard enough to look away before, but as the light of some kind of impish intent flared in his eyes, Bethel was unable to keep from nodding when he provided the suggestion of a drink. The girl was not one to turn a drink down, especially when it was free and handed to her personally by a man that absolutely exuded power and something sensual that was hard to ignore. "I have a hard time refusing a drink," She agreed, falling into step beside him in order to travel to the bar, though her words seem to give him pause to contemplate. Tetradore's laugh falls on her ears with only the briefest raises of her eyebrow in surprise, though curious enough to keep from replying until he has admitted to enjoying an anaconda on occasion. Right.

Bethel had been privy to the animal that reigned beneath Tetradore's human skin. While powerful and surely marvelous, there were small doubts gathering that he could manage to best one of her kind in a fight. Then again, as his eyes crinkled with his soft laugh, Bethel found her own laugh to be reminiscent of his soft, amused one as she realized that perhaps it wasn't a fight he had enjoyed, but the rest of the snake. "And here I was, thinking that kitties have no fun. Tell me," Bethel cooed, her eyes flashing impishly, the note of challenge in her voice absolutely undoubtable. "How willing might you be to show me just how thoroughly you might do that?" Truthfully, the words were an urge for him to extend an invitation to her in the ring itself, but if he chose to perceive another meaning out of them like she had his own words, who was she to judge?

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


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