<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/73/Amber124.jpeg)</div>Name: Amber<br/>Current Form :  Draconic<br/>Players Nearby : Reo and Isela away a bit, landing near Noqs<br/>Location: Coastline, devouring her fish.<br/><br/><br/>Thick, leathery wings beat the air harshly as she shot forward, her prey clutched in her grip. The poor fish didn't stand a chance, and while she didn't like the thought of it suffering, the thing had to be fresh when she tore into it.<br/><br/>With a flutter of her wings she landed near Noqs, within communication distance but not within a space which Noqs could snatch her delicious dinner, Amber gave the other dragon a warning look that clearly stated she wasn't sharing. Reo was one thing; she saw him as a bit of a big brother.  Females fought for everything, especially mates.  Though, the only person she thought about was being mate-worthy was Acidity.  Where was he again? Hmmm.  She pondered that briefly as her maw closed around the fish's head.<br/><br/>Having been told not to divulge the secrets of Reo's hunting ground, she held the now still beast in her grip and munched away.<br/><br/>So few of her nest mates? Was Amber not one of her nest mates? Maybe she really<em>was</em>that forgettable. That sure didn't help her outlook, but she decided not to dwell upon it. Everyone in the nest was her nest mate, anyone there who hadn't yet reached the age of two-hundred-and-fifty.<br/><br/><em>I had a good teacher</em>she returned, her thoughts static and mostly focused on her meal, and the feeling of being disconnected from her nest. Did it hurt her? A slight bit, but ultimately she cared not. She would content herself with her shiny, pretty things, and continue to roam the cave system alone, it was better that way at any rate.<br/><br/><em>I see you've eaten recently</em>she thought to Noqs. She could see the blood staining the dragon's lips and claws, and the slight trace lingering in the water around the amethyst creature.<br/><br/>Another chomp of her mandible reduced the amount of fish at her feet, her eyes watching Noqs warningly, as if she might attack at any moment should the purple beast make the wrong move toward the remainder of the succulent sea creature.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>