Fiery Grave

Infuriated at his failure, and limping in pain, Edmund made his way out of the depths of the Climb and further towards the entrance of the Barrows. The slashes on his side and the bruises beneath his fur, ached. Yet he hardly felt them over the insistent pounding of his bloodlust. The fight had only riled it further. If he didn't find something to kill soon, the Ancient was going to lose his mind. Coming up a ridge, Edmund froze. Surely this was a gift from his Mother. A lone traveler, yet again. But this one was younger, leaner. Weaker. He was perfect. Stalking silently down the ridge, Edmund eyed his prey. He would kill this intruder and eat his heart. The rest he would leave at the shrine for Mother. A kill in her name was what he had promised. And Edmund hated breaking promises. Once he was close enough, the tiger lunged. Edmund Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright Let's Kill Tonight