Career Change [Amber - Jygust 30th, Very Early MT]

[Amber Kynterle]

(OOC: All NPCs, input from NPCs, and setting information was provided by Gutter Rat.)

The moon was in hiding as the Nether's Mistress slowed in the waters, the supply ship fresh from a run to Dort and fattened as much as it could be for such a small vessel with specialities from that region ranging from herbs, wine, and even women, a handful of fresh faces nestled in the hold. Of the ten women who sat waiting, only eight of them truly belonged, the other two slipping in fairly easily past the sailors who had let them. The men knew that they were taking on women but, with the exception of the five shackled slaves, no real manifests were kept. Three freelancers...five...who gave a shit? If the little weasel that Envergine had housed in Dort to talk girls into relocating to work for her, then so be it if he sent two or twenty.

The boards gave a soft creak as the rudder cut sharply and the sails dropped, the ship slowing even furthur as it neared the Drunken Whore. Within a quarter of a mark, Amber would see a hatch open up and a gangplank spanning the space between the two vehicles. A squat man wearing clothes that were stripped down to practically non-existance peered in, his presense joined by a wash of night heat from the air around the ship. "Bitches, out..." he called, pointing toward the other ship. "Down the plank, take a left, two to a room, mistress will be by to see you shortly." His words were heard by all, but only meant for the five free women as a pair of sailors from the Nether's Mistress decended the ladder and uncoupled the five who had been chained to the bulkhead. For those five, they would go wherever they were led.

Throughout the voyage, Amber sat quietly, keeping to herself, though her eyes and ears were wide open the entire time. She was scared, more scared than she would ever admit, even to herself; ironically, her fear was a boon, for it helped her play the part of a girl that had volunteered for something that sounded profitable and fun, but was now having second thoughts. Which was not far from the truth at all. Staying close to her quary - the other woman who did not truly belong - was not hard. Even so, Amber had to work hard not to get up and follow the other female whenever she moved about the ship, to relieve herself, stretch her legs, get a breath of fresh air, whatever. Her untrained instincts told her to keep her prey in sight, and yet, common sense eventually won out, telling her that this was a ship, in the middle of the ocean, and there was nowhere for her to go.

But eventually, the wait was over. The hatch overhead opened up, and Amber's heartbeat sped up considerably. She struggled not to let her hands tremble as adrenaline spiked through her system. She listened to the instructions, and stood when the other women stood. She made sure to stand close behind the woman she was following, and as they started to ascend to the main deck of the ship, she went with her. If she was going to make any sort of move, she'd have to be the second person in the room with her prey. Otherwise, she might lose her for good. As they crossed the gangplank, Amber maneuvered so that hopefully, they'd end up together.

'Come to Roque d'Ancourt...', the note from Jeet-Belan had read. 'Lots of fun to be had and Money to be had. E. cannot wait to see you again. Nether's Mistress, you whore you..." Nadia had memorised the note and destroyed it, understanding that the last line had been a ship's name, her means of voyage and for Jeet to call her a whore meant that she either owed him an ass-kicking or gratitude for a free ride.

When they had requested that they rise, Nadia had done so, similarly picking Amber out of the the group as she was the prettiest of the batch and the last thing that Nadia wanted was to be paired with a skag or worse...a slave... Besides, the brunette decided as she pulled her hair over her shoulder in preparation - lines of gold mixed in with the darker brown, all of which normally hung past her waist - and tucked the end into her sash - Amber had certainly seemed interested in her during the voyage - most likely due to the nervousness about becoming a professional matressback for the first time as the girl practically reeked of farming and livestock. It was nice, Nadia thought, that Envergine would be getting such a specimin added to her own stock as cloistered farmgirls tended to be a bit more adventurous in the sack, having watched the harsh animal rutting often involved with the breeding, lacked the delicate sensitivities of proper young ladies and - Nadia sighed at the thought - were open for damn near anything as most farmers hated the thought of anyone...ANYONE...fucking their daughters without a ring or dowery and therefore did not tell those precious little girls a damned thing about sex, much less what was taboo or accepted.

She had known Envergine for Yahren, so Nadia rested well in the thought that either before or after the meeting, her hostess would probably give her pick of the litter and, as the women corraled up onto the deck and across the gangplank to the other ship, Nadia smiled inwardly, allowing the farmgirl to nudge closer and closer.

Two by two, they paired off and took to the rooms, a slightly buck-tooothed blonde opening the door for Nadia chivilrously, allowing the brunette to enter first. It was an empty effort on the buck-toothed girl's part, however, as Nadia quickly snatched up Amber's wrist and dragged her inside wordlessly, leaving the buck-toothed girl to try again with someone else.

Amber had been doing her best to stick close to the brunette without looking suspicious. But she wasn't kidding herself; she knew she had no experience at this sort of thing, and she feared that with every step, she was giving herself away to everyone on this ship. Her heart started to beat faster, and she struggled to keep her breathing steady. She expected to be caught at any second.

She was admonishing herself to calm down, to take it easy, when she felt fingers closing around her wrist. She gasped, despite herself, certain that she'd been made and was about to be killed. But as the door closed behind her and she realized she was standing in a room alone with the brunette, she gave a sigh of relief. She licked her lips nervously, trying to come up with something to say so she wouldn't seem stupid... or suspicious. "Um... h-hi," she managed.

Nadia chuckled and took a seat upon the bed which, apart from a small nightstand bolted to the bulkhead, was the only piece of furniature in the room. "Scared?", she asked, toying with the girl for a flicker or two. "Don't be..." Nadia patted the section of matress beside her, inviting the girl to sit. "You've picked the world's easiest job... All you gotta do is lay there and look interested, right?"

The brunette tapped her thumb along her fingertips as she spoke, doing math in her head. Theirs was the third door down and, if Envergine followed her standard proceedure of inspecting each girl closely for both look and skill, they would probably have a good mark or so before their turn came. A fresh smile hit her face at the thought of being able to have a hand in warping such a fresh little farmgirl. "First time is always the worst, if you get someone who doesn't know what they are doing or - even worse - if you don't know what you are doing. It can get a little bloody and painful - not too bad, but still." Nadia took a flicker to untuck the hair from haer sash and tossed it back over her shoulder, the tresses fanning out across the blanket as she crossed her legs at the knee and gave Amber a questioning nod. "You...do know what to do, right sweetie? Because she's going to expect you to know something at least and I'd hate for her to teach a pretty little thing like you the hard way." Nadia chuckled at her own little ruse, playing the seasoned whore to the virgin. Her heart raced at the thought of the farmgirl bursting into tears at the thought of either being raped or rejected. Girls in such predicaments were quite easily tricked, Nadia had found, into offering to do anything for some last-burn advice...

Amber tried to take in all the information that was being thrown her way. Some of it, she already knew, based on her experiences in the streets - though most of that was just hearing other people talk. She was no longer a virgin, to be sure, though her experience with Caleb an Eivlys was still very recent, and very fresh in her memory. As for being a whore, she had no idea how she was supposed to act. That was one of the flaws in her plan, but all she could do was do her best to cover that up.

She sat down next to the other girl, though she kept a few feet of distance between them, and she nodded jerkily, swallowing hard. "S-scared... yes. A little," she confessed, and felt her cheeks blushing brightly. Dammit, I need to stop being such an amateur... She swallowed visibly again, and reached up with a trembling hand to brush a stray lock of cinnamon hair out of her face. "I, um, I mean I sort of know... what to do... er, how to do it. I guess." She winced, but inwardly, she took comfort. It didn't matter what she said or how foolish she sounded, or what this girl thought of her. As soon as her guard was let down, Amber would make her move. But that brought her to another question: What was she going to do with this one? The information she had on her said she could be taken "Dead or Alive." Amber had never killed a target before. Her only kills had been in pitched battle. The idea of killing someone who didn't know you were there, or that you were going to kill them had never sat well with her.

But she was alone with her prey, on a ship full of criminals. Trying to capture her and get off with her alive would be next to impossible. She didn't know of any good ways to knock a person out for a lengthy period of time, other than bashing them over the head and hoping you didn't smash their skull in. She glanced surreptitiously around the room; she didn't see anything she could use for that. No... her best bet would be to kill the woman. Kill her, and take something of her that would be proof of the deed. Then she could hide away somewhere on this ship until it pulled into a port and she could escape. Yes, that was what she'd do. She had her knives with her. Get the girl to let her guard down, and one quick slash of her blade was all it would take, and it would be done. Clean and quick and quiet.

Her eyes settled on the brunette's throat, and she smiled, remembering only at the last second to keep it timid and uncertain. "D-do you know what to do?" she asked.

[Gutter Rat]

Nadia's smile broadened at the question, the huntress pleased that her rabbit was actually sniffing at the lettuce within the snare. "Well...", she replied calmly, placing a hand upon Amber's and gently patting. "I can't teach you everything, obviously...little time and..." she gave a look down at her own body with a grin. "...less equipment, but I could give you a pointer or two, I suppose..." Nadia turned her body a bit more toward Amber for easier access, giving her lips a small, feminine lick to wet them slightly.

"The first thing that she will want to experience, I imagine, is a kiss... To see if you can show passion for a total stranger on demand. And do not let the fact that we are both women turn your stomach in any way - in this job, the trick gets what they pay for, so if you get some toothless farmer dragging a goat in here..." Nadia half-jokingly forewarned, as she had seen some oddities in her day. "...you will be expected to service both farmer and goat with a smile - in that light, kissing another woman should be child's play, no?" She gave a light tilt of her head, her teeth giving a small tug of anticipation on her lower lip as she drank in Amber's farmgirl charms and naivety.

"So come with it, girl, and let's see what you need to work on before the true test comes... And do not be aftraid to use your hands either...it is always better to go the extra step than to not, no?"

[Amber Kynterle]

Amber didn't have too much trouble maintaining the innocent, naive, slightly frightened look. Her experiences regarding sex were quite limited, and although she knew far more than she had before meeting Eivlys and Caleb, she was quickly getting the idea that she had a lot, lot more to learn. And the frightened part... well, she was terrified, and that wasn't an act.

The idea of kissing another woman - or sharing any sort of carnal passion with her - wasn't as alien to her as Nadia might have thought. Although Eivlys was a swanmaiden, she was human enough when Amber made love to her. She thought she could handle this without any problems.

But Nadia's jibe about the farmer caught her off guard. She'd lived on a farm, so of course she was familiar with goats and what they got up to in their spare time, but she'd never even considered - not even in her wildest dreams - doing something like that with a goat herself. She quite literally almost choked in simple shock at the idea. "A... a g-goat?" she exclaimed.

She caught herself quickly, reminding herself that she was supposed to be acting like a woman that would do anything for money. And besides, she wouldn't be around long enough to get into a situation like that anyway. She paused, then smiled slowly, sheepishly, as if embarrassed to admit she was even thinking about it. "Well on second thought... that might be kinda interesting..." Her smile grew. "And as for kissing another woman...."

She leaned in without warning - and before she could think better of it - and pressed her lips against Nadia's, even as her left hand slid around the other girl's hips. It was a clumsy kiss, but full of enthusiasm. Amber hoped that the display would start to get Nadia off guard...

[Gaelena]

OOC:Stepping in to help out while the Rat's moving nests

Nadia's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Amber, a hint of wicked delight playing in them as the other girl seemed nervous, then intrigued by the idea. Yeah, this one was going to be fun to twist, she decided.

She was almost surprised when the red head leaned in and planted the clumsy kiss on her, moving closer so that their chests touched. Leaning back slightly, but keeping contact, she said, "That was good for a man, but with a woman, you need to be softer. Like this." She leaned back in, tilting her head, brushing her lips against Amber's in a teasingly soft caress while her hand moved up to trail her fingers up her jaw, before teasing the spot where jaw and neck connect. A deep breath brushed her breast against Amber's, the hardened peak rubbing against her through the thin material.

"See? Much more enticing," she whispered. There was a glint in her eyes as her ears listened for any approaching step.

[Amber Kynterle]

Despite the dangerous game she was playing, Amber couldn't help but enjoy the kiss that Nadia gave her in return. The other woman's fingers made her skin tingle in pleasure; her jawline was extremely sensitive. That was something she'd discovered while making love to Eivlys not so long ago, and the Swanmaiden had used that to great effect. She felt her nipples harden in response as Nadia's breasts pushed against hers lightly.

"Yes," she whispered breathlessly, "I do see." Neither she nor Eivlys had been skilled at making love to other woman, and their time together had been far too short to learn much. This was as much an experience for Amber as it was a mission, she realized. There was no denying the arousal that was starting to course through her.

"Let me try again," she murmured, and brushed her lips against the other's again, this time more gently, less insistently.

[Gaelena]

Nadia felt the girl's response, grinning with triumph inside. She was going to make a great addition to the company and the brunette was going to see about getting a cut of it.

The next kiss was better, though the main contact between them was initiated by her. "Nice. But don't forget to touch," she whispered as she brushed her lips once again against Amber's. Slipping her hand under the back of Amber's shirt, she let her fingers slide over her skin, up her side, the back of her hand brushing the underside of her breast. "Doesn't that feel good?"

[Amber Kynterle]

Amber shivered in pleasure at Nadia's touch, arching her back as the other woman's fingers traces lines of sensual sensation across her smooth, fair skin. Her nipples tightened further, now fully erect and upright beneath her shirt, almost aching. "Yesss... it feels good," she responded, biting her lower lip to keep from panting too hard as her excitement tried to overwhelm her. She had to keep her head, she had to keep her wits about her, she reminded herself. She was here to do a job. But Nadia wasn't sufficiently off guard yet, so she had to keep going.

She kissed Nadia again, focusing on the girl's lips for a moment, caressing them with her own, tasting them with the tip of her tongue. Then, as she got the hang of it, she slid her left hand gently, slowly, up from Nadia's hip, under her top. She slid her fingers lightly, teasingly, across her smooth skin, fighting the urge to feel everything at once. She used her other hand to guide the garment upward, while her left hand finally reached and caressed the side of Nadia's breast with light fingertips.

"Am I doing it right?" she asked as she leaned back just a bit to meet the other's eyes, trying to make herself the image of a farmgirl that was nervous, excited, but above all, eager to please, to be accepted.

[Gaelena]

Well now, this was a surprise. The little farmgirl seemed to be liking this. Women could be made to pay more for such delights, the taboo of a woman going to a whore house making it more dangerous for them. Nadia decided she could make a lot of money of Red here.

Her fingers slid over one of Amber's runched nipples, softly caressing the sensitive tip, licking her lips in anticipation of the money this girl could bring in. "Yes, you're doing much better," she whispered as she leaned slightly to the side, her tongue flicking against Amber's earlobe. "Think of how you like to be touched. How you like to be stroked. Imagine your partner's body is your own," she breathed into her ear.

She heard a door open, close, and then another. Envergine was getting closer.

[Amber Kynterle]

Amber closed her eyes for a few moments, allowing herself to enjoy the sensations of Nadia's tongue and lips playing across her earlobe. "Mmmm," she moaned softly as the other woman's fingers played with her nipple. Pushing Nadia's shirt up and over her head, baring her breasts, Amber let her left hand cup the woman's right breast, caressing lightly, experimentally.

At the same time, a small voice in the back of her head whispered that it was time. Nadia seemed to fully engaged in teaching the new girl. Now was the time to strike. Amber was so focused on what she was doing, on preparing to make her move, that she was oblivious to everything that was going on outside their cabin; she didn't hear that someone was approaching.

Inevitably, her heart rate sped up even more, and she started to pant softly. Trying to pass it off as growing arousal, she paused in her attentions to Nadia's breast and pulled her own shirt off, baring her chest to the other woman. But in so doing, she exposed the hilt of the small dagger she intended to use.

Her left hand came back up, but this time she planted it in the center of Nadia's chest and started to push her back onto the bed as hard as she could, and leaned forward to follow her down to pin her with her own weight. At the same time, her right hand deftly plucked the blade from where it had been hidden in the waistline of her pants, brought it up, and slashed it toward Nadia's throat in the hopes of a blow that would kill quickly and silently.

[Gaelena]

Nadia had been doing this for a while, so could warp a new girl using only half her attention. So, when Amber suddenly pushed on her chest and she caught the glint of a blade, the other half engaged and instinct stepped in.

It was an awkward position they were in for the would-be assassin to slice at the other girl. Nadia's arm came up quickly, avoiding a deep cut on the neck, but still making a shallow cut across the skin. Shocked for a flicker by the pain, the attacked woman shrieked and tried to fight back.

Her hand, on Amber's breast, clenched, digging her nails into the sensitive flesh, about to break the skin. Her legs flailed, trying to push Amber off, but the redhead's more muscled body worked for her, keeping the smaller brunette down. As her other arm moved up towards Amber's hair, a small opening in her defences could be seen.

[Amber Kynterle]

Amber cursed aloud as her blade slid off Nadia's arm instead of through her throat. She had thought she was moving quickly and with surprise, but it seemed she hadn't been as good as she thought she was.

As Nadia shrieked in pain, something inside Amber told her to drop the knife. She wanted to say she was sorry. She wanted to say she didn't have anything against her, that it was just a job and that circumstances had driven her to make this decision. But she couldn't. Not now. It was too late. She had to finish her off, before she brought the whole damn ship down on her.

The nails digging into her breast jolted her back into action. Her hand came up, trying to cover Nadia's face, trying to keep her head down and push it back so she could get a clean cut at her throat. But as Nadia's free hand reached for her hair, she saw the opening - though it was small and wouldn't be there for long - and she took it, bringing her dagger down as fast and hard as she could.

[Gaelena]

Nadia wasn't able to scream again as she was too busy fighting for her life. Unfortunately, for her, she was in a losing battle. In her panic, she had forgotten everything she knew. For that brief flicker, between life and death, images flashes across her mind, made her realize just how little she had done with her life. She had never danced in the moonlight, had a child, felt...

Then, it was done, the dagger effectively separating Nadia from this world. The last breath rattled from her and she went limp under Amber. There was no time to think about this though, as the door flew open and Amber's arm was grabbed and wrenched behind her, high enough to cause massive pain. A cold barrel was also pressed against her temple.

[Amber Kynterle]

In that instant, when her dagger slammed into Nadia, time stood still for Amber. She watched numbly as the girl's eyes rolled back and closed, and she gasped out her last breath. She heard herself crying out in pain as her arm was wrenched back, hard enough to make her knife fall from numb fingers. For a long moment, she just stared down at the dead woman whose body she was straddling.

But finally, she came to her senses, and realized that she was in big trouble. She moaned softly as the muscles in her arm protested being bent at such an angle. She was unfamiliar with what sort of weapon might be pressed against her head, but she knew it couldn't be a good thing. She wanted to run, wanted to get away from the woman she'd just killed, from all the blood that covered the white sheets of the cot, that ran down her bare chest and exposed breasts. But the pain in her arm was so great that she simply froze.

She didn't move, though her eyes shifted, trying to see who had come into the room.

[Gaelena]

"Nadia? Shit," came a low female voice. Amber's arm was jerked again as the cold object (a metal pipe, thin, but heavy) was pulled away from her temple. "Who are you and why shouldn't I kill you right here?," came the voice again.

Turning, she looked into the face of Envergine, and it was not a happy face. Eyes narrow, nostrils flaring, lips pressed so close together they were almost gone. This was not a happy woman, which was punctuated by the poke of the pipe against Amber's bloody chest, which lifted up to lift her chin. "Speak or die."

[Amber Kynterle]

Amber cried out again as her arm was wrenched a second time. The pale green eyes that looked back up at Envergine were terrified, and sickened by what she'd just done. There was no need to fake the emotions this time. Right now, she felt exactly as she looked - a scared farmgirl who had no idea how to get herself out of this situation.

"I'm a... I'm a..." she gasped out, then hesitated. Who was she? What was she? She saw no reason to pretend she was someone other than who she was. "My name is Amber," she finally ground out through teeth clenched in pain. "I'm a bounty hunter. I... I don't..." She didn't have a reason why this woman shouldn't kill her. Or did she?

"Do you... need me to... hunt anyone down for you?"

[Gaelena]

Envergine looked down at Amber, her eyes narrowed, considering. She had tracked Nadia all the way here and killed her. It was a messy kill, but a kill none the less. And she seemed to be handling it better than some.

"No, I don't need anyone hunted. I need someones protected. You've just killed my new guard," she spat. "You'll have to take her place," she added. She still hadn't let go of Amber's arm yet. Pulling on it, she made to make the redhead stand. "You're coming with me." She didn't let Amber wipe off the blood or put on her shirt again, simply pushed her towards the door.

[Amber Kynterle]

Amber looked up at Envergine in shock. She couldn't believe that this woman wasn't going to kill her. At least, not yet, at any rate. "Guard... what - ahhhh!" she gasped as Envergine hauled her arm into a new angle with apparent ease and forced her to her feet - since she didn't want her arm wrenched from her shoulder.

As she was pushed, she tried to keep her balance, but her legs were shakey after the adrenaline rush and the shock of what had happened, and she didn't succeed. She half stumbled, half fell through the door and landed on her knees in the passageway outside.

"Where are we going?" she asked, trying to cover her breasts with one arm, while using the other to try to haul herself back to her feet.

[Gaelena]

If Envergine didn't have the metal crop in her other hand, she would have hauled Amber's other arm behind her, making it impossible for her to cover herself, showing, in full, raw detail, what she was. A killer. But, that crop was used to poke the murderess in the back, hitting lightly (but still painfully) on her shoulder when she fell. Jerking her back up, the second in command at the Drunken Whore growled, "Where we can have a private chat."

As they moved up the stairs, she motioned to a guard. "Room 3. Clean it up. Dispose of the body. Make sure no one else leaves their rooms." He scurried to do his work, fear evident in his eyes. He wasn't a large man, his outfit not fitting, obviously made for someone bigger. There were no other guards in sight.

Once to her office, Amber was shoved in, the other woman shutting the door and locking it with a key. "Everything off now," she spat, her eyes still narrowed, scanning the auburn haired girl.

[Amber Kynterle]

Amber grunted as she was smacked with the riding crop, but it was Envergine's hold on her arm that hurt worse, and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out again as she was jerked back to her feet. She tried to squirm away, twisting to lighten the pressure on her arm, but the other woman's hold was solid. Amber hadn't even known that her muscles and ligaments could bend in such directions, and she didn't want to push them to the breaking point. Fighting back tears of pain and fear, she allowed herself to be pushed down the corridor.

She stumbled into the office, but she'd been expecting the shove this time, and managed to stay on her feet. She balked at Envergine's order though. "Fuck you, I'm not taking the rest of my clothes off," she retorted. As she said it, she drew her second knife - twin to the one that had just killed Nadia - and held it ready in front of her as she settled into a ready stance. She didn't know how she was going to fight her way out of this one, but she was feisty, and she wasn't going to go down quietly.

[Gaelena]

The metal crop swung out again, smacking hard against the bones of Amber's wrist, sending a shock of pain up her arm. Then, her free hand came up, grabbed hold of the hit wrist. Envergine turned, her hips jutting out as she pulled Amber towards her, adjusted her stance, and flipped Amber over on to her back against the hard wood floor. Still holding Amber's wrist, she twisted as she stepped on her chest. She didn't want to injure the girl, but she had to protect herself.

She had just lost the guard she had paid good money to come here and watch her girls. It wasn't a personal loss, just a business loss. "Stop it before I have to hurt you, damn it," she growled, holding Amber under her.

[Amber Kynterle]

Amber gasped as the shock of pain ran up her arm, and she tried to bring it in closer to her body to protect herself. But she was too slow. To her credit, she managed to hold onto her knife - until Envergine slammed her onto her back and twisted her wrist. Amber yelped and the dagger clattered to the deck, skittering out of her reach as she struggled with the other woman.

Struggling to breath as a foot was planted between her breasts, the redhead was too caught up in the fight to hear Envergine's words. Still convinced she was fighting for her life, she didn't stop moving, despite her bad position. She brought one of her legs up hard, trying to kick at the other woman, to knock her off balance or at least get her to let go of her wrist.

[Gaelena]

"Stop your squirming," Envergine growled as she yanked on Amber's arm again. "If you don't, I will have to kill you and I don't want to do that," she added. She pressed her foot down harder, aiming to constrict Amber's chest and make it harder for her to breathe, limiting her fight. She wanted to talk to Amber, not kill her, but if she didn't stop fighting soon, the older woman was going to have to do just that.

[Amber Kynterle]

Amber gasped out in agony as her arms was yanked yet again, and she heard the ligaments in her shoulder protest as Envergine threatened to dislocate it with her twisting. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to breathe, but as the other woman stood on her chest harder, it proved futile. Amber started seeing spots in her vision, and she felt dizzy. Gradually, she gave up, going limp as she focused all of her efforts on just getting enough air to stay conscious.

"Please stop," she panted, wincing in pain. "My arm... please stop... I won't fight." And she meant it, too. She was exhausted, and she was beginning to realize that this woman was more than a match for her. She couldn't fight her way out, so she'd just have to hear what the woman had to say, and perhaps she could find a way to escape later.

(OOC: On a side note, this is my 1,000th post! Woohoo! )

[Gaelena]

Envergine stopped twisting Amber's arm and when she took note that the girl was running out of air, she eased up on her foot slightly. "Where else do you have weapons on you?," she asked, none to nicely. The grip on her abused arm and the foot still precariously perched on her chest were warnings to Amber to speak the truth, as was the darkness in the older woman's eyes.

There was a danger there, deep within. These were the eyes of a woman who had seen years of death and degredation. There was no fear in them, just as there had not been any fear in them when Amber brought out her dagger. These eyes were practically dead to any emotion.

[Amber Kynterle]

Amber gulped in air gratefully as Envergine eased the pressure on her chest, panting raggedly on the deck as she struggled to regain her breath. Her arm still hurt, but as she tugged gently, she realized the other woman wasn't ready to let her loose just yet, so she didn't try any further.

The look in Envergine's eyes scared her. Amber had been in battles before, had killed before, but each time, she was terrified, and she knew that her eyes had shown in. She was terrified now, but Envergine didn't seem to feel anything one way or the other. That made things even worse, and the truth came tumbling out without any thought of lying to the woman.

"N-n-nowhere else," she stammered. "I only had the two knives. This one and... and the... the other one... that's all."