WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING // o, joining

[Roy Mustang]

Roy wasn't about to allow himself to stay in that Cleric den for hours and hours on end. While Roy appreciated the help he was receiving from Rin and Radeken, he felt useless staying in there, waiting for his wound to heal. He wants to get used to walking around on three limbs, as Roy is sure there is not way for him to get a prosthetic in this world. And he really didn't want a prosthetic- if he got a prosthetic it would just give him Fullmetal vibes. Once his wound was redressed for the day and re-bandaged, Roy decided to walk around. Rin or Radeken might not want him to do this, but the Flame Alchemist was determined to get himself back on his feet. He has to get used to this, and he can't wait until the wound is fully healed.

The bobcat limped out through the territory, ears drawn back to his skull as he followed a clear path towards the border. Walking on three legs certainly felt strange to what he grew used to in the past two months. It will take some more time and practice, hopefully it will come to a point where walking around on three legs will feel normal to him. As he limped towards the border, an unfamiliar scent entered his nostrils. When he headed in the direction of the scent, he came across his three clanmates- Cooper, Radeken, and Lunafreya. There was also a strange feline sitting beneath a tree, with a tail that looks like it would belong to a scorpion. Roy blinked in slight surprise at the sight, keeping his gaze firmly on Serket. Roy would have thought she was a chimera of some sort, but this world certainly has more creatures like this than his old home did. People seem to have mutations here, most born with a certain feature, and generally not created out of a transmutation. Alchemy wasn't that known here anyways, he'd be more surprised if this feline was a chimera made from transmutation.