04-17-2018, 09:32 AM
It's been around two or more weeks since Roy ended up here in the Ascendants. It was still rather shocking to him, to think one moment he had been living his life in Amestris- and then the next, got involved in an alchemy mess and somehow ended up here. Ending up as a weirdly colored tiger- he had mostly dark gray fur, with white parts and flame colored stripes that went down his back like a gradient. With each passing week, the tiger could only hope he can find a way back to his home, with Riza who had been dragged along in this mess. But this mess isn't going to be fixed right now, especially not at this moment. The tiger found himself padding through the territory, hoping to get some thoughts off of his mind for the meantime.
As Roy padded around, a new, unfamiliar scent entered his nostrils. The flame alchemist let out a sigh, it must either be a trespasser or someone who's lost, considering how far he's caught their scent in the territory. Roy knew how most of his clanmates would handle this situation, and he isn't about to handle it in their open, and welcoming ways. This person is most likely a stranger, they deserve to be treated as such.
As he grudgingly padded along, he followed the scent and was led to a black lab. They were padding slow, almost like they were not used to walking on four legs. Mustang had been in that situation himself when he woke up as a tiger, but thankfully now he's grown used to it. But it wasn't the black lab's slow walking that caught his attention. He froze in his place when he noticed the familiar glasses, and then the scar on the canine's chest. Almost immediately, memories of his former best friend flashed through his mind. His best friend who showed affection to his daughter and wife, showed the two off to co-workers that it almost got annoying, and then images of his best friend slumped in a telephone booth, with a blood stained military uniform flashed through his mind.
His best friend, Maes Hughes, is dead. He is a dead man, this possibly can't be him! People don't come back from the dead, the Elric brothers learned that the hard way. This had to be Envy or something, or something was playing with his head. Drawing a breath back, the Flame Alchemist decided to speak up anyway. "Who the hell are you?" He said with a frown, biting back the words- and why do you look like my best friend? - from escaping his mouth. He would wait for a response, the male feeling tense as he stood there, tail swishing behind him.
As Roy padded around, a new, unfamiliar scent entered his nostrils. The flame alchemist let out a sigh, it must either be a trespasser or someone who's lost, considering how far he's caught their scent in the territory. Roy knew how most of his clanmates would handle this situation, and he isn't about to handle it in their open, and welcoming ways. This person is most likely a stranger, they deserve to be treated as such.
As he grudgingly padded along, he followed the scent and was led to a black lab. They were padding slow, almost like they were not used to walking on four legs. Mustang had been in that situation himself when he woke up as a tiger, but thankfully now he's grown used to it. But it wasn't the black lab's slow walking that caught his attention. He froze in his place when he noticed the familiar glasses, and then the scar on the canine's chest. Almost immediately, memories of his former best friend flashed through his mind. His best friend who showed affection to his daughter and wife, showed the two off to co-workers that it almost got annoying, and then images of his best friend slumped in a telephone booth, with a blood stained military uniform flashed through his mind.
His best friend, Maes Hughes, is dead. He is a dead man, this possibly can't be him! People don't come back from the dead, the Elric brothers learned that the hard way. This had to be Envy or something, or something was playing with his head. Drawing a breath back, the Flame Alchemist decided to speak up anyway. "Who the hell are you?" He said with a frown, biting back the words- and why do you look like my best friend? - from escaping his mouth. He would wait for a response, the male feeling tense as he stood there, tail swishing behind him.
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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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