The male slowly opened his green eyes, the back of his head throbbing with pain. As he opened his eyes, he noticed tall grass waving through the wind- it sounded quiet, and peaceful. But it sounded too quiet, which concerned Roy Mustang. It all happened too quickly- one moment he had been with Riza Hawkeye and the Elric brothers, the next there was a flashing red light and his body was being torn apart. He heard their screams, especially Hawkeye's sudden cries, and then it went all quiet. Too quiet, and he woke up in this strange, unfamiliar land. Where am I? He thought as he forced himself to get up, glancing down at his paws for a moment. The moment his green eyes landed on his paws, he drew his breath back into a choke- as if he wasn't expecting to see paws in place of his hands. Before he knew it, he was quickly up on his paws, whirling around to examine his new body. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, he was a sumatran tiger- whatever that transmutation circle did, it sent him to an unknown land and changed his species entirely.

The male began to quickly examine the territory he was currently standing in, looking out the distance to see a dome in the distance. An observatory, that's what it must be. That must mean there are people here, unless it's abandoned. He found himself cautiously padding towards it, unknowingly through the territory of the Ascendants. He wasn't sure what kind of help he would find, and if he ran across any humans if they would be in any help at all, but what he certainly wasn't expecting to come across was a group of animals.

Roy wasn't used to peace. His life hasn't been peaceful, it was his choice really. Before ending up here, Roy had been a 'state alchemist', a colonel in his country's military. He had reached that rank at a rather young age, and has seen hell through the civil war his country went through. The war had been living hell, starting with a soldier murdering an innocent, little Ishbal girl and then it turned into a war zone, explosions left and right and state alchemists being used as weapons. He happened to be one of those state alchemists- he had been known as the flame alchemist. During the civil war, the smell of burning and decaying bodies had became too familiar to him. Thankfully, the horrid war came to an end as all wars do, and he planned to make things right with Ishbal when he became Fuhrer- it had been his goal. But now, can that even be his goal anymore? With his current state? Can he possibly find some way to become human again, and rise up the ranks to bring peace to his nation?

The Sumatran tiger's ears instantly pricked up at the cheerful, happy voice, his head instantly snapping towards it. And what he saw was a domestic feline with purple and white fur, and antlers on their head. The male blinked a few times at what he was seeing- this couldn't be normal. Not only that, but they were talking- rather cheerfully might he add. Before he could even process what to say- two other colleagues of the first guy showed up, introducing themselves as if this was the normal thing to do. Green eyes narrowing, his ears flattened to his skull as he began to think. He was thinking of what to say, what to do- what he hadn't been expecting to see was a bunch of animals. And he wasn't expecting them to ask him if he was here to join them. "Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves here," He spoke up as his tail slowly swished behind him, "You wish for me to join? I don't even know who any of you truly are." He heard themselves introduce themselves, but that didn't suddenly mean he was buddies with them. They are still strangers in his eyes, and he's not about to put himself into a situation he knows nothing about. That is simply foolish.

"I am not about to join a group so quickly and carelessly. Tell me why you would want me to join, convince me," Roy said with a calculating tone, paws digging into the ground as he did so. "Roy Mustang, by the way."

Roy Mustang's gaze would slowly shift onto Bastillepaw, smirking slightly at the male's snort. They don't seem to enjoy Roy's confident, yet cautious attitude. In his mind, Roy believed he had a fair argument. Bastillepaw's three groupmates walked up to him assuming he was here to join, as well as introducing themselves. They didn't even consider to think that Mustang was actually lost and wasn't sure what he was padding into. Roy didn't want Bastillepaw to fall onto his knees and particularly beg him to join. "Keep in mind I did not ask you to beg. Begging and convincing are far different, the former asking and the latter persuading. I wanted you to persuade me, with information about your group and what I'd possibly being getting myself into- not you, falling onto your knees begging me to join." He said with narrowing eyes, tail swishing suspiciously behind him. And then, his question was thrown right back him- which he should have expected with a reaction like Bastillepaw's. It was true, the Ascendants didn't know who Roy Mustang truly was either- they don't know of his human past, his involvement with the Amestrian military, his flame alchemy. If anything, his attitude should prove he'd be a rather reliable to the Ascendants if he joined their ranks. It might seem quite cocky, but he's confident and quite calculating. It would be foolish to shove his concerns to the side and assume he wishes for them to beg at his feet. Thankfully, someone else noticed Bastillepaw's comments and decided to step in before another word could leave Roy's mouth.

Roy's green eyes widened with quite some surprise at what he saw next, a large dragon. Roy had seen something like a dragon, it had been the homunculus Envy- they ended up being much larger than they appeared to be. But that doesn't automatically mean bigger is better, if anything Envy had became a larger target for Mustang's flame alchemy. He still felt surprised at the sight though, Daunte wasn't ugly looking like Envy had been, if anything the dragon looked quite magnificent. His ears pricked up at Daunte's comments, one that had been directed at Bastillepaw, and the others at him. Daunte surely knew how to handle this situation far better than Bastillepaw did. Daunte, unlike Bastille, must have thought on Mustang's declaration, which was what he wanted to hear. So, they are a peaceful group? Their (mostly) cheerful, welcoming attitudes seemed to clarify that, but they were also a group that will fight to the death to defend their home and clanmates. Mustang was like that back in Amestris, even with his seemingly cocky attitude, he was protective of his family and friends, and served his country well. This was exactly what he wanted to know, he hadn't been sure if he knew if he was walking into a group that murdered others for fun or were hungry for power. There was just one, small thing that was still on his mind.

"Thank you for your impressive answer, Daunte," The tiger said as the larger creature lowered it's head slightly to be closer to the flame alchemist. Roy kept in mind that there were other groups out there, groups that probably are far more dangerous than this one. Groups that look for war and bloodshed. Hopefully he won't be standing against them, as from what he understands despite the Ascendants being peaceful, they won't hesitate to protect themselves and their home. "There is just one question I have before I possibly put myself among your group." He said with a flick of his ear, gaze locking onto the dragon before him.

"What is the name of your group? I'm afraid I was never told what your group is even called."