A BIRTH AND A DEATH ON THE SAME DAY ; open, transition

[Roy Mustang]

As soon as the iron filled scent made it's way to Roy Mustang's nostrils, Roy's ideal night of perfect rest went out the window.

His blue eyes snapped open, pupils instantly full of concern. His eyes were wide, the Lunar Lieutenant still breathing in that heavy iron scent. The first thing that ran through his mind was to check on his daughter. His head snapped to her, some relief taken off of his chest when he noticed her slumbering body, oblivious to the awful scent. Alright, Aaliyah is safe, The male thought to himself as he climbed off of his bed, but someone else isn't. He went over to his daughter for a moment, softly licking her on the head, hoping that the scent won't wake her. Whatever has happened isn't good, and someone as young as Aaliyah shouldn't walk into it. "Stay here," He murmured to her, before quickly padding off into the dark observatory.

As Roy followed the scent carefully, his ears pricked up at the sound of other pawsteps. And quickly after, their screams. With every step the Flame Alchemist took, the scent of the blood grew stronger and stronger. He quickened his pace, his three legs moving as fast as they can take him.

When he finally arrived to the scene, his blue eyes locked on Suiteheart. She was laying on her stomach, blood staining her perfect white fur. She was trying to say sorry, sounding more like gurgling. For a moment, Roy stayed still, eyes growing wide with shock as he looked at the scene before him. It didn't take long for his legs to beginning shaking, ears drawing back to his skull. "Suiteheart!" The Flame Alchemist screamed as he tried to make his way over to the limp feline, making sure not to get in the way of Warringkingdoms as she did everything she could to save Suiteheart. Please, don't die, The Flame Alchemist thought to himself as he felt his heart pumping in his ears, his blue eyes not blinking once as they stared at the heavily injured female.

Roy hated how useless he is in this situation. One of his best friends, one of the first Ascendants members that reached out to Roy after his long time of being closed off, is dying on the ground. He knows that cauterizing the wound would only cause infection, and that the wound was probably deep. He assumed a cauterization would be the last option, there's no way it can be performed on her condition. The more Roy looked at her wound, the more uneasy he felt. Can Suiteheart really survive this? He knows Warringkingdoms is a great Cleric and all, but even doctors can't save all their patients- and then, he heard Margaery's screaming.

"Selene, listen, it's me! Maarit! I need you to heal her, make her a vampire, do something, I don't care!"

Selene? That name doesn't sound familiar at all, and what bargain was she talking about? When Margaery came back to life, she didn't tell them much on what happened. Was she in a similar situation? Could this Selene be like his Truth? Roy didn't allow himself to think longer on the name, instead focusing his attention back onto Suiteheart. Could turning Suiteheart into a vampire really save her life? It seemed like Margaery was certain on it, it didn't look like Suiteheart had much time left with them. It seems like this option is very last option, the final attempt, to save Suiteheart's life. Forget cauterization, that's completely out the window.

Roy tore his gaze off of Suiteheart for a moment, Roy's pleading eyes met Margaery's. "Do it," He almost commanded, his tone mixing between militaristic and desperation. Roy's eyes were screaming with emotion, as if they were saying: I'm useless, I can't do anything, but you can. Save her, Margaery!