[Training] First Lust

On new yet steady paws, Edmund prowled along the stone, tasting the air eagerly. The bloodlust singing through his veins wasn't something he could ignore, nor did he want to. This was what he had asked for. Power. And the power that was naturally held in a molten tiger was already more than he'd ever had. It was as he turned a corner of the Cathedral that Edmund froze. On the breeze was a new scent. It was unfamiliar yet clearly a person. Perfect. The molten tiger slunk into the shadows, moving silently as he searched for his prey. Edmund could practically see the blood on his claws, and he wanted it now. Edmund Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright Let's Kill Tonight