[Training] First Lust

Edmund snarled in response, "Wrong place, wrong time. That was your mistake." The Ancient heaved, trying to catch his breath, "Nothing personal." The bloodlust needed to be satiated, and Mother needed her promised blood. Noah just happened to be the first creature that the new Ancient had spotted. Though clearly, he should have waited to find a weaker target. Edmund bristled when the dome appeared once more, eyes squeezing shut in preparation or more pain. He let out a small gasp as the dome instead began to soothe his wounds. Within moments, breathing was easier, and the sluggish bleeding had stopped. Apart from some mild bruised, he was back to full strength. "Wh..why did you?" Yet now that he was stable, there was no pain to block his bloodlust. Letting out a gasp, Edmund ducked his head, fangs gritting as the need surged through him once more. Stumbling to his feet, he glared at Noah with feral eyes, "Leave. Now." Words beyond that simple warning were impossible. Noah had healed him and was clearly too powerful for the Ancient to fell. But if this continued, the bloodlust would drive him to attack the man once more. Edmund the prince of torchline

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Despite the rejuvination that Noah offered from Vi's blessing, the boy still raged with a fire that matched the place they were in. Noah wasn't entirely sure why he wouldn't relent. The hunter's jaw feathered again and his hands turned to fists at his side. Even with Edmund's hissing and spitting ire, Vi's demigod did not back down.

Shaking his head, Noah's eyes darkened and he set his shoulders. "You." the Sentinel jutted his chin towards where he had come. "Get up, leave me be," Noah took a step forward before uttering the last words, "and remember me." There was no more kindness and no more mercy -- if Edmund came again, it would surely be his last assault.

But the steel around your heart is starting to rust

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Hands came up to fist Edmund's' hair as his teeth gritted in frustration. "You fool. You don't understand." A foot stepped towards Noah and with a whine, the Ancient just barely managed to force it back in place. "It's not that easy." The bloodlust howled in his ears, urging him to appease it. To appease himself. With more self-control than Noah could possibly fathom, Edmund successfully took a step backwards once more. "Ok..ok...ok." Breathless with exertion, the Ancient lowered the hands from his hair and took a step back. Refusing to look at Noah, afraid of his own possible actions, he took another. "Just... Don't turn your back on me please. I'll lose it." Lose what meager self-control he'd managed to muster. A turned back would trigger his instincts in a way he couldn't possibly ignore. Shifting once more into his tiger form, the Ancient fully turned and sprinted away. -{FIN} Edmund the prince of torchline