04-10-2018, 12:45 PM
Bastillepaw has no idea about Roy's past, now does he? Roy couldn't help it but feel surprised when the tom decided to hand him out a task, despite the fact that Roy didn't ask for one yet. He had to admit he liked the sound of it, it reminded him of his time in the Amesterian military. But there was just one problem- Mustang actually isn't as skilled in combat now. He considered himself to be quite experienced back as his time as a human, especially in his flame alchemy. But things are different now, he's stuck in this world due to some freak transmutation accident. He's not as familiar with the animal way of combat, but he was up for the challenge.
The flame alchemist practiced earlier this morning, he woke up before the sun rose and mostly before anyone else got up. Roy knew his clanmates must have their suspicion on him, as he has shown his mistrust in them and the group. They have no idea of his situation, if they knew it would make all more sense. But he can't tell them, not yet- not until he believes he can trust them to know the truth about his past. He doesn't know how they would react to such news, and he wants to figure it out himself.
It was around afternoon, when the Sumatran tiger came padding forward, in the middle of the observatory. Mustang believes he understands the basics of their fighting- he can probably pull it off and make them think he knows it all, when he really doesn't. "Ascendants!" The tiger yelled out with a loud, militaristic authority tone, ears pinning back to his skull. "Time for some combat training- get your asses over here, stat!" He barked out the order, with a smirk across his muzzle as he thought back to his days in the military.
The flame alchemist practiced earlier this morning, he woke up before the sun rose and mostly before anyone else got up. Roy knew his clanmates must have their suspicion on him, as he has shown his mistrust in them and the group. They have no idea of his situation, if they knew it would make all more sense. But he can't tell them, not yet- not until he believes he can trust them to know the truth about his past. He doesn't know how they would react to such news, and he wants to figure it out himself.
It was around afternoon, when the Sumatran tiger came padding forward, in the middle of the observatory. Mustang believes he understands the basics of their fighting- he can probably pull it off and make them think he knows it all, when he really doesn't. "Ascendants!" The tiger yelled out with a loud, militaristic authority tone, ears pinning back to his skull. "Time for some combat training- get your asses over here, stat!" He barked out the order, with a smirk across his muzzle as he thought back to his days in the military.
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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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