04-18-2018, 10:21 AM
Even though Roy has situated himself into a 'pacifist' group, that doesn't mean his life is going to have ups and downs. While Roy might not be struggling to find food, and now has a roof over his head, he didn't have a perfect life beforehand. He has experienced war, he has seen death right before his eyes- his paws might not looked stained, but they are stained with old blood that haunts him of his past. It reminds him of what he had to do, on how he had to exteriment so many people because the government ordered the State Alchemists to. Some people might have shaken it off, others were even proud of what they done, but Roy didn't feel the same way. While the lives he took might haunt his mind for perhaps the rest of his life, he wanted to make an effort to give those people the help they really deserved. But can he even do it now? How can he make things up to the Ishbalans if he's stuck here as a sumatran tiger? He can't do anything.
His past has also given him experience, as well as a tolerance for fights and war. Yes, he does feel haunted by his actions- but during the war it was far different. He got used to snapping his fingers to send a combustion of flames to burn his enemies. He's gotten used to the smell of charcoal, smoke, and worst of all- burning bodies. Perhaps this is a part what haunts him- is that he can't be bothered as much by it anymore, that it feels so normal and regular to him.
It would be a flat out lie if Mustang wasn't surprised by the trespasser's response- which was Beck lunging at him. Roy had found it suspicious that they were sneaking around in the territory in the first place, he didn't feel like the tom had good intentions. And now, his assumptions have been proven correct. He was quite glad he approached the guy the way he did, even if he was getting attacked. Roy was already being weary and cautious of the guy, he was prepared for a fight if needed. Or well, prepared to somewhat fight him off- considering Roy isn't as combatively experienced as he'd like to be. He taught himself the basics a few days ago, thanks to Bastillepaw, so he should be able to fight this guy off, considering they're quite small after all. But that doesn't mean Beck is a weak opponent, Fullmetal had been quite the pipsqueak and that kid could fight.
The tiger would start by beginning to take a step back at the male's sudden lunge- but not far enough to avoid Beck's claws. He closed his eyes shut for a second as he felt Beck's claws pierce his cheek, but quickly opened them after he noticed Beck maneuvering in a way to get under his belly. Oh no, he wasn't about to let this guy get under there to his exposed belly- he could only assume Beck planned on slashing his stomach open with those claws of his. Before Beck could rake his claws against his belly and kick the tiger in the gut, the male jumped back just in time. He was far enough now that Beck would have to lunge forward again. But this time, as the male had been jumping back, Roy couldn't help but notice something on his front pawpads. A flame transmutation circle. It was an exact replica of what had been on his white ignition gloves. Only if he had a way to ignite flames, the transmutation circle was useless without it- wait a second, his claws. Roy can recognize that anywhere, his claws are made of flint! He can use those as ignition! He's not sure how his claws are made of flint, they were made from a mutation, but he wasn't going to complain.
And without another thought, the male lifted his front left leg into the air. And then, he violently snapped. Almost instantly, wild flames burst in front of his paws, running wild and instead of hitting Beck, was fired right into a tree. Well, he has to work on his aim now, doesn't he? He doesn't want to be rusty, he's suppose to be perfect at this, especially at pinpoint aiming. A snarl curled around his lips, as his green gaze locked onto Beck.
Snap.
Another burst of flames that was closer to Beck this time, but not perfect. Those flames hit another tree, the flames licking up the wood and leafs.
Snap. Snap.
This time, Roy got it. Fire cracked before his claws- red hot, flames heading directly towards the poltergeist, in which Roy aimed carefully towards. He hoped for the flames to hit his target dead on, but that might not be the case. Surely Beck can move out of the way in time, before turning to charcoal that is. Maybe his flames will only singe Beck, or maybe they will miss entirely but still give a sign to Beck that attacking Mustang isn't worth it. It's not worth getting burned alive, or even singed, Mustang wasn’t going to hold back.
[ rushed at end sorry! ]
His past has also given him experience, as well as a tolerance for fights and war. Yes, he does feel haunted by his actions- but during the war it was far different. He got used to snapping his fingers to send a combustion of flames to burn his enemies. He's gotten used to the smell of charcoal, smoke, and worst of all- burning bodies. Perhaps this is a part what haunts him- is that he can't be bothered as much by it anymore, that it feels so normal and regular to him.
It would be a flat out lie if Mustang wasn't surprised by the trespasser's response- which was Beck lunging at him. Roy had found it suspicious that they were sneaking around in the territory in the first place, he didn't feel like the tom had good intentions. And now, his assumptions have been proven correct. He was quite glad he approached the guy the way he did, even if he was getting attacked. Roy was already being weary and cautious of the guy, he was prepared for a fight if needed. Or well, prepared to somewhat fight him off- considering Roy isn't as combatively experienced as he'd like to be. He taught himself the basics a few days ago, thanks to Bastillepaw, so he should be able to fight this guy off, considering they're quite small after all. But that doesn't mean Beck is a weak opponent, Fullmetal had been quite the pipsqueak and that kid could fight.
The tiger would start by beginning to take a step back at the male's sudden lunge- but not far enough to avoid Beck's claws. He closed his eyes shut for a second as he felt Beck's claws pierce his cheek, but quickly opened them after he noticed Beck maneuvering in a way to get under his belly. Oh no, he wasn't about to let this guy get under there to his exposed belly- he could only assume Beck planned on slashing his stomach open with those claws of his. Before Beck could rake his claws against his belly and kick the tiger in the gut, the male jumped back just in time. He was far enough now that Beck would have to lunge forward again. But this time, as the male had been jumping back, Roy couldn't help but notice something on his front pawpads. A flame transmutation circle. It was an exact replica of what had been on his white ignition gloves. Only if he had a way to ignite flames, the transmutation circle was useless without it- wait a second, his claws. Roy can recognize that anywhere, his claws are made of flint! He can use those as ignition! He's not sure how his claws are made of flint, they were made from a mutation, but he wasn't going to complain.
And without another thought, the male lifted his front left leg into the air. And then, he violently snapped. Almost instantly, wild flames burst in front of his paws, running wild and instead of hitting Beck, was fired right into a tree. Well, he has to work on his aim now, doesn't he? He doesn't want to be rusty, he's suppose to be perfect at this, especially at pinpoint aiming. A snarl curled around his lips, as his green gaze locked onto Beck.
Snap.
Another burst of flames that was closer to Beck this time, but not perfect. Those flames hit another tree, the flames licking up the wood and leafs.
Snap. Snap.
This time, Roy got it. Fire cracked before his claws- red hot, flames heading directly towards the poltergeist, in which Roy aimed carefully towards. He hoped for the flames to hit his target dead on, but that might not be the case. Surely Beck can move out of the way in time, before turning to charcoal that is. Maybe his flames will only singe Beck, or maybe they will miss entirely but still give a sign to Beck that attacking Mustang isn't worth it. It's not worth getting burned alive, or even singed, Mustang wasn’t going to hold back.
[ rushed at end sorry! ]
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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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