Dark dirges, red urges

Edmund eagerly tucked into the horse beside Maea, suppressing the instinct to snap at her when her shoulder brushed his for a second. The balance of kinship with another Ancient and the independence of his inner tiger was always in flux. Still, they were able to enjoy the meal peacefully. Afterward, the younger Ancient lazily groomed the blood off his paws and face before flopping onto a sunny patch of grass. His tail flicked lazily, and the tiger's eyes became near slits as sleep rose up. It was the perfect time for a nap, and Edmund soon succumbed to the urge. -[FIN] Edmund molten fur, molten heart