07-17-2018, 11:04 PM
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Oh boy, oh boy. Roy Mustang was pissed, pissed beyond belief. Bastilleprisoner trusted Beck, he trusted that Tanglewood would give them peace and hopefully a strong alliance. Roy on the other hand, he wasn't as open to the idea. Roy had been trying to interact with his allies, get to know the members themselves. Roy remembered how people said the Tanglewood members were kinder than Beck. What a lie that turned out to be a few days ago.
A member of Tanglewood- a white hellhound who wore armor- trespassed into their territory. After approached by his groupmates, the bastard lunged for Washington. Roy remembered walking into chaos- Washington had a broken arm, Carolina some broken ribs, and Playerone was in the middle of a fight as a dragon against the Meta. When Roy caught wind of the Tanglewood scent, some could say that Roy was smoking with fury.
The melanistic bobcat came marching forward to the Tanglewood border, ears drawn back to his skull. Roy's blue eyes were hardened with anger, a frown featured on his maw. Not far behind him was Bastilleprisoner, who Roy himself requested to come along with him. For a moment, Roy's nostrils took in the scent of the swamp, the Flame Alchemist hoping that someone was nearby. If they weren't close by, hopefully Roy's voice will grab their attention.
"Tanglewood!" Roy called out with a commanding tone, eyes scanning the territory for any people nearby. "I am Roy Mustang, Lunar Lieutenant of the Ascendants! I am here with Bastilleprisoner, our Astral Seraph! We demand to speak with Beck at once!"
[ [member=145]BASTILLEPRISONER[/member] ]
A member of Tanglewood- a white hellhound who wore armor- trespassed into their territory. After approached by his groupmates, the bastard lunged for Washington. Roy remembered walking into chaos- Washington had a broken arm, Carolina some broken ribs, and Playerone was in the middle of a fight as a dragon against the Meta. When Roy caught wind of the Tanglewood scent, some could say that Roy was smoking with fury.
The melanistic bobcat came marching forward to the Tanglewood border, ears drawn back to his skull. Roy's blue eyes were hardened with anger, a frown featured on his maw. Not far behind him was Bastilleprisoner, who Roy himself requested to come along with him. For a moment, Roy's nostrils took in the scent of the swamp, the Flame Alchemist hoping that someone was nearby. If they weren't close by, hopefully Roy's voice will grab their attention.
"Tanglewood!" Roy called out with a commanding tone, eyes scanning the territory for any people nearby. "I am Roy Mustang, Lunar Lieutenant of the Ascendants! I am here with Bastilleprisoner, our Astral Seraph! We demand to speak with Beck at once!"
[ [member=145]BASTILLEPRISONER[/member] ]
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— THE SHADOWS ON MY WALL DON'T SLEEP
Roy Mustang is a 3 year and 4 months old melanistic bobcat. He has obsidian fur- light shades on his muzzle, paws, belly, chest, and tail tip and darker spots all over his body. He is an amputee, his back right leg left in an uneven cut, stump. Roy is an Alchemist who specifies in flame alchemy- he has fire and air elementals. He resides in the Ascendants, happily married to Riza Hawkeye. Roy does not trust strangers easily, they must earn it. He's also blind.
— THEY KEEP CALLING ME, BECKONING.
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