Blood and Bark and howling Ghosts

Edmund rears back with a hiss when Trinket describes the game. "Absolutely not!" Horrified and deeply disturbed, the Ancient takes a step back. Seeing an exit point, he shifts as fast as he dares, wincing slightly as he pushes his ability to it's limit. He's not sticking around for this. No way. The molten tiger leaps down from beside the tree and takes off before Trinket can react. How can anyone, especially a child, make light of such a thing? She'd probably kill them both just for the fun of it. This wasn't even bloodlust. This was insanity. And Edmund wanted nothing to do with it. -[FIN] Edmund the prince of torchline