<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anna/ Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The River<br/><hr/><br/>"Easy girl." Amber's tone took on a stunningly sober tone, as did her eyes that skimmed the level of her glass as they sought out the suddenly tense Anna across from her. It seemed an odd emotion for such a soft little Botticellian beaut to have hardening up her pretty face. The absurdity of it all didn't escape her either, because she was sure that people had thought that about her at some point or another. Shaking her head, Amber waded backward in a slow, graceful sort of way that only she and the rest of their kind could. It wasn't feline, no, but those of a lupine nature had their own kind of sleek maneuvering that left even the craftiest of cat's prickling with envy.<br/><br/>"I'm going to tell you a little something about revenge and killing. Avoid it if you can." Feeling the bit of rocking outcropping and sudden, grassy knoll of a drop at her back, Amber hopped up in a rush of water and rippling muscles to set her slick bottom on a cool, smooth boulder. Laying one bent leg in front of her, she drew the other knee up and let her wine glass hand dangle a wrist from it. It wasn't an attempt at modesty as much as it was a crooked, comfortable means of curling up and sitting. The dark triangle of hair that cradled her sex was encased in shadows, while one breast flashed heavy and full as the moon above.<br/><br/>"... I'm not saying run away with your tail tucked, but I am saying choose your battles carefully. Never let emotion rule you when the moment comes, otherwise it's likely to be your last." Her tone resonated with one who spoke from experience. Then again, Amber did tote quite a few highly visible scars, and sans clothes, a few others. An unmistakable set of claw marks sickled around her torso from navel to just over her right hip, and there, just on the inside of her left thigh, was a queer little puncture mark that'd scarred in the shape that resembled a jagged star.<br/><br/>"I'll make you a deal though. I'll help you fight your demons when the time comes if you help me with mine, hm?" Chuckling deeply, Amber cocked her head and let it lay damn near sideways onto a shoulder as she gestured to her doe-eyed company. "... and fuck that mated nonsense. That's what got me half these scars. I'll submit to a male when he's got the courage to try and tap me properly, not knock me the hell out and hump me." Sniffing defiantly, she threw back what was left of her wine. With the empty glass she gestured again, this time with a single finger that moved between Anna, the cask, and right where she was sitting. Mouth full, Amber offered her fellow skinny dipper the unspoken command with her eyes.<em>Bring yourself and that over here.</em>