getting ahead of ourselves

Edmund returns the grin and flicks his tail eagerly, "Sounds good." Just a few seasons ago the idea of actively harming any creature would have had the teen biting his lip anxiously and blinking away tears. Yet now, the hum of fire in his blood is stronger than that of a mere Abandoned. A raging wildfire as opposed to a soothing campfire. And right now, it sings with words of desire and violence. Spotting the bloodied waters, Edmund pauses, crouching low behind a bush. He eyes the allogator before whispering to Danta, "We need both." It'll be wonderfully cyclic to fill Mother's offering with the blood of both predator and prey. Slowly so as not to disturb the branches beside him, Edmund shifts into his molten tiger. The feline remains crouched and stalks forward to get into a proper ambush position. Edmund Reborn In Fire