Edmund grimaced when his search proved fruitless. There truly wasn't time to lament, however. The survivors came first. With a sharp nod, he resumed his search. This time, however, he was able to look for clues. Footprints that abruptly ended before a section of debris, soft cries, or desperate words. Using all of his senses, the Ancient tried to locate as many people as possible. Part of him wanted to shift and let his molten tiger's senses help. Yet the molten drips could harm survivors and the sight of the beat might scare them into further shock.
He'd have to do this in his true form. Thankfully, it works. With dirt-clogged nails, bruises, and sweat, he was able to pull survivors from the wreckage. Not everyone he found had made it, but with every survivor he helped, a piece of Edmund settled. Torchlne would survive, with or without him.
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Edmund searches for and rescues people from the wreckage!
He'd have to do this in his true form. Thankfully, it works. With dirt-clogged nails, bruises, and sweat, he was able to pull survivors from the wreckage. Not everyone he found had made it, but with every survivor he helped, a piece of Edmund settled. Torchlne would survive, with or without him.
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Edmund searches for and rescues people from the wreckage!
Edmund
Come dance in the shadows
