<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anna/ Matt/ Orion/ Jake Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The River<br/><hr/><br/>"Another human, and a brave one. Admirable. I think the last one's still in a few bits here and there back in the main gathering." Feeling the ripples this unknown rifleman was causing, Amber narrowed her eyes on him for a moment. '<em>Gun doesn't smell recently discharged, and he's got some of the Big Guy whirling around him faintly. One of the cardinals too, Natasha was it? Hm.</em>'<br/><br/>Ultimately unmoved by any of the goings on in particular, Amber continued her lounge on the boulder. Her skin was long dry, and while her hair was still mostly saturated, and would be for hours, given it's almost unnatural thickness, it still managed to escape in little wet tendrils or crackling wisps here or there. Looking very much like some old Nubian queen perched up on her boulder on the opposing side of the river, cask of wine and glass in hand, she chuckled, and simply continued to indulge in Nathaniel's fine vintage.<br/><br/>"Don't worry there Rion, no one's going to nip at your lover's heels. He stinks." Deciding on the role of peanut gallery, Amber clucked her tongue appreciatively toward the pair. Rion had indeed done a fine job of marking his territory, the fact that he was concerned enough about it to mention it however was adorable. "...And if that human's a bodyguard, I'll eat my hat. Then again, if he turns out to be a sleeper, I'll eat him." Shrugging she sipped her wine again. With every scar of her's on display at the moment, she didn't expect too many disbelievers, although everyone of them should be, including the human. Humans tasted horrible. Their diets were shit.