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Thank you so much!! :3

Hey everyone Emerald Mun here and i wanted to say Thank you so much for the 100 followers. All of you are awesome and Amazing. Let’s go for 200 followers.

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And everyone else who followed this amazing blog. Now Let’s do the same with my Neo blog, which is @3flavorsofmurder

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Mun: Do anyone  have any questions for muse and mun put them down in the ask box.

Muse: We shall answer.

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Ask Mun Anything?

Hey guys if you have any question for the mun put them in the ask box.

Muse: Ask her what her true feeling about Merc.

Mun: MUSE!!!! *hides embarrasses face* 

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Amber Scott Bio

Amber's Trailer Sunlight bled beautifully through the dense forest on the outskirts of the City of Vale. Birds chirped and animals scurried through the brush on the ground and from branch to branch in the trees. A lone deer grazed in a small clearing, it's neck craned downward in order to eat. The large buck's tan pelt speckled in the broken sunlight. But with a stir, the buck raised its head from the ground and stared off into the forest. Its antlers stood tall and its ears gently flapped back and forth, bringing in sound of potential danger. With a sharp explosive sound rippling through the otherwise calm forest, the buck stumbled and fell into its side, a small circular wound on its torso slowly leaking blood. From far away, boots crunched down on the leafy ground. A girl, camouflaged in a distant tree, had brought down the animal with a shot from the sniper rifle on her back. A bit overkill for simple game hunting, but she would need to train and get used to using it if she were to become a Huntress. This is Amber Scott, a 17 year-old graduate of Signal Academy who would be transferring to Beacon at the beginning of the next semester. She wore an amber orange jacket and red top as well as a thigh-length red skirt. Her straight hair also colored amber reached down to her shoulders. The rifle in question was her trusty Resinator, cleverly named after resin, a material made from her own namesake. She walked through the forest to where her prey lay dying. She kneeled down, brought hand to heart, and bowed her head. "I'm sorry, friend, but your life must end here. But be comforted, for your death will serve a purpose. Thank you." She took a hunting knife from a small sheathe on her leg and quickly stuck it through the animal's neck, allowing it a quick and less painful death than the gunshot used to wound it. The large buck breathed its last breath and laid calm and silent. After years of living out in the wilderness with her father and mother, she learned these things from a young age. Her father, not a Huntsman, but hunter nonetheless, had taught her all he knew. One of the biggest rules of hunting she was taught was to respect your prey. For predator and prey are simply two players in the game of life. But some players would not be so honorable. A large beowolf sprang out from the bushes, swiping Amber away and into a tree. But Amber was tough and accustomed by now the occasional Grimm encounter. It was to be expected living out on the edge of the city, between the human world and the realm of Grimm. Her father had done a great job protecting his family from any Grimm seeking to do them harm. But now, after years of training, Amber was able to return the favor and fight on her own. She knew much of what she knew about fighting Grimm also from her father and from a few beginner courses at Signal. "Sorry, big fella," Amber said. Her rifles barrel and scope compacted and a sword blade ejected from a compartment beneath the barrel. "But that's my game. Finders keepers." The beowolf charged her, Amber quickly rolling away while slashing at one of its legs. But this merely angered the wild Grimm. It lashed out again, teeth and claws, intent to kill this human. But Amber wouldn't be taken so easily. This may be her first real life fight, but all the work up to this moment had her prepared. She blocked and parried the wild swipes with her sword. Another large clawed paw came up from beneath to claw upwards, which she nimbly dodged. Seeing the exposed underbelly, Amber ran her blade threw the Grimm's stomach and blasted a high-caliber sniper round through it. This staggered the beast and left it open for a quick few slashes to finish it off. The beast fell to the forest floor and Amber stood tall and proud. She had done it, she had won. Or so it had seemed, until 5 more beowolves crept out from the brush, surrounding Amber. Now she was in for a fight for her life. One victory over a single beowolf did not give her the confidence nor the skill to take on 5 more at once. Thankfully, she would not have to. One beowolf was quickly dispatched by a hatchet to the back of its skull. As it fell forward, it was revealed to be Amber's father. He quickly leapt in next to her and the father-daughter pair squared off against the remaining 4. "I see you at least took down one on your own. I'm proud of you, sweetheart. My little girl's grown up so fast." "Thanks, dad. But as proud as that makes me, I'm glad you showed up. This is way more than a 'gradual' increase in difficulty." "Well then, how about another fight with your old man? For old time's sake before you ship out to Beacon." "Wouldn't have it any other way." The two sprung into action. Cutting apart the beowolves with hatchets and swords alike. After the squabble, her father helped tie up the buck and carried it back to their cabin. As they walked home, a thought came across Amber's mind. "Hey, dad." "Hmm?" "If you're good at fighting, why didn't you ever become a Huntsman?" Her father thought for a long while and heaved a heavy sigh. "To be honest, it's cause I ain't as strong as I seem to be." "But you're way stronger than me and I'm gonna be a Huntress. So what gives?" "Sure, I can handle myself pretty good with a rifle or an axe. But there's more to it than that. You remember learning about all that stuff about auras and semblances and whatnot. Well some people's auras just aren't as strong as others. But you, you've got the potential in you. I've seen it, your mother's seen it, and most certainly your professors back at Signal have seen it. You've got a gift, sweetie, and I'm proud to see you trying to use it to the best of your abilities." Amber smiled and her father returned her smile. But as quickly as it came on, it faded away. "Another thing you've gotta realize, Amber, is that I was always aiming to have a family one day. Marry your mother, have a kid. But being a Huntsman or Huntress...means you've gotta bigger responsibilities, and so you gotta put those other things aside. Hell, if I'd have become a Huntsman, there's a good chance I may have not had you in the first place and I can't imagine a life of mine where you're not a part of it." They reached their cabin and Amber's father set down the buck and kneeled down to his daughter. "I ain't saying all this to scare you or make you second guess yourself, far from it. I'm just saying it's a big commitment. But I know for a fact, if there's a young lady alive today who can do great things as a Huntress," he ruffled her hair, to which she laughed, "it's my little Amber." A small tear formed in the corner of Amber's eye, which she quickly wiped away. She hugged her dad tight. "I love you, dad." "I love you too, sweetie. Mark my words, you're gonna change the world one day." This is the story of Amber Scott, and it is only just beginning.

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Have Any Questions for me?

Hey guys if you have any questions for Mun and Muse go ahead and put them in the ask box.

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It’s Munday

Hey guys of you wanna ask me some question my ask box is always open. Ask me anything and yes Emerald is still mad at me for what i did,