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Amber's ribs ached from the collision with the window and blood continued to seep from the side of her head.  Had she been a natural boar crock, likely the wound to her head would be much more serious than it was; it was only her thick, viscous blood that prevented serious blood loss.  Her ribs, although  not fully broken, were quite likely fractured and the pain of her injuries made her see red.

Now inside the kitchen, not only was her enemy the bear still present, but so too were numerous others, screaming and panicking.  Although mutants complete with powers of their own, they were still children confronted with a giant bear and a giant prehistoric crocodile tearing pieces out of one another.  Had she been in her right mind, at attempt would have been made to avoid the young mutants.  Had she been in her right mind, she wouldn't have been going after a bear at all.  She roared at the by-standards and swished her tail back and forth, feeling it collide with someone behind her.

The bear took a second swipe at her face, its claws digging into almost the exact same place the first assault had hit home.  She screeched in rage and pain as the trickle of blood turned into a stream.  Before the bear could take its claw back to safety, Amber snapped at it, attempting to take a chunk out in revenge for the creature having landed another wound upon her.

The kitchen was in chaos, with broken glass and discarded food all over the floor.  Numerous teenagers were scattered throughout, some screaming and running, others paralyzed with terror.  A young with red web-patterns across his skin lay on the ground, prone, having been swiped off his feet by Amber's great tail.  How could she have been responsible for such damage?  Her mind screamed from underneath the instincts of the boar crock to regain control.

The plants were nice and this was all ready an activity she could see herself doing more regularly.  Maybe if she asked Gemma she might be able to get her own little corner of the garden to care for all on her own?  What were the possibilities of growing something that resembled a Mesozoic garden?  Something to consider.

"It is pretty amazing, isn't it?"  His enthusiasm reminded her of her early days at the Mansion.  "Its not always easy being a mutant and finding a place you feel like you can belong.  This is one of those few places."  She hadn't always looked like a walking corpse and even when she looked more human, the statement was true.  

"Best of luck in becoming an X-Man.  Do you mind if I ask what your power is?"  Her sister, Aura, had taught her to be proud of what powers you were gifted with and that it was a question she should always feel comfortable asking and answering.

Amber was well aware of the great size of the crustacean and how many might consider her more than a little intimidating, but she found her to be social and almost comforting to be around.  Maybe it was as simple as not being the most physically discomforting person in the room, but she was glad she'd pushed through her anxiety and sat down to chat.

"I don't know too much about adapteds and Gemma's pretty much the only one I know.  If you get close tot them, your powers disappear.  I think its an aura, or something.  For mutants like us, it makes us look normal for a bit."  Unlike many physically mutated mutants, Amber wasn't really ashamed of what she was nor did she really have a desire to look normal.  Aura had taught her to be proud of everything she was and every gift she had been born with and she tried her best to live by that.  Even so, it was sometimes hard to come to terms with being something half dead.  

"Maybe you should talk to her.  Its quite a shock the first time, but its pretty cool too."

Amber felt oddly helpless and that was not a usual situation for her.  Having spent months in the woods alone and, before that, having worked with Aura on numerous missions, she'd never realized her profound lack of knowledge in some arenas.  At was an awakening, of sorts, that perhaps she had far too much reliance upon her powers and should, perhaps, begin to learn survival skills in case she didn't have access to her non-human forms.  It was an unexpected realization that, for all her proficients hunting, gathering and otherwise thriving in the wild, without access to her powers she would have been dead.  

"You're welcome.  My name is Amber."  How long would it take for words be begin feeling natural on her tongue again?  A long time, as she recalled from the last time she'd been lost in the woods.  Of course, that time was different.  That time she had lost herself completely to the dinosaur she had become, forgetting all shreds of her human self and becoming the prehistoric hunter in mind as well as body.  It was one of the most traumatic experiences she had ever been through and not one she cared to repeat.  This time, at least, to leave had been her own choice and throughout it all she remembered herself.  

She wondered at the stranger's story, how he had come to be here and how he had come to be so injured. She wondered at his relative comfort with her, a walking corpse in the middle of frigid Alaska.  Even in present circumstances, she was all too aware that most would not react so kindly towards her.  Those were his stories to tell if he chose too, however, and she didn't ask.

As Hades worked, Amber watched his actions carefully and if asked, was prepared to silently assist in any way that was needed.  Now aware of where she lacked certain skills, she wasn't about to allow those skills to remain lacking for long.  Always a quick learner, she vowed to acquire such skills as might one day be needed.

Super unique power. Congrats on your second!

I'm wondering if anyone might have an interest in an underground mutant fight club.  What I'm thinking is battle to unconsciousness or submission with a mutant healer in employ in case things get too far out of hand.  Instead of weight classes, there could be power categories in order to help match suitable opponents to one another.  For example, there could be an elemental category, psychic category, ect, as well as the possibility of a free for all category in which anyone could be made to face anyone.

Any interest of feedback?

Amber waited patiently for Derek to come back feeling vaguely...excited maybe?  Ya, apparently that was the right word for it.  How long had it been since she'd been excited about anything?  A very long time.  Maybe learning to garden really was the right choice.  A predator by nature, there was an allure to the tranquility of tending a garden that drew her.

"Thanks," she accepted the watering can.  Of course, maybe in the future her gardening might have to be done mostly at night since it wasn't exactly convenient to have one hand occupied with holding an umbrella.  Well, that was nothing new. She preferred the night, anyway.

"I was here a long time ago but then I left. I've been back a few weeks now." She followed his example and choose a different patch of flowers to water.  "How do you like it here so far?"