As soon as he'd turned in his quest to Mother, Edmund had set out to the bloodbath to indulge in his success. Sinking down into the crimson the Ancient submerges down to his collarbones, letting out a content sigh. It's an odd sensation to soak in blood but not unwelcome. It had the fire magic in his blood singing and the tiger beneath his skin rumbling in approval. Perhaps it has to do with Ancient instincts and bloodlust. Regardless, he's content.
Edmund Reborn In Fire |
the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
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Adventurer✓ / Guildmaster
Age: 19 | Height: 5'10" | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 19 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 20 - Int: SPLAT - Mythical - Darkling
Played by: Blackbird
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