04-23-2018, 08:47 AM
Hughes had heard all the commotion as he was walking about the territory. Walks had become a sort of habit for him. He wasn't ever sure what to do with himself, as there apparently wasn't ever much to do. Besides, he needed something calming to clear his mind. Ever since he had woken up, he hadn't been in the best place mentally. But that morning wasn't about to be peaceful like he had expected. The noise had caught his attention first, then the smell of fire hit his nose. He could only assume the worst with such a familiar smell.
He practically flew over the plains, intent on making sure his friend was alright. He wasn't sure what he would do if Roy was hurt--or worse. The alchemist could take care of himself, but everything was new for them both. Hughes wasn't really sure how alchemy worked, so there might have been a chance it didn't work the same it had when they were human. He probably wouldn't be that useful himself, yet he sure as hell wouldn't let him face an enemy alone.
It takes him little time to reach the feline, the growing flames only proving his suspicions. But whatever he had been fighting was nowhere in sight. He was a bit disappointed, as he had been eager for a little scuffle. He wasn't a violent man, but he also wasn't a pacifist, either. He wasn't afraid to get his hands--er, paws--dirty.
"Roy, are you alright? What the hell happened?" he demanded upon arriving at the scene, standing close to him. The spreading of the fire was definitely worrying.
"SPEECH"
He practically flew over the plains, intent on making sure his friend was alright. He wasn't sure what he would do if Roy was hurt--or worse. The alchemist could take care of himself, but everything was new for them both. Hughes wasn't really sure how alchemy worked, so there might have been a chance it didn't work the same it had when they were human. He probably wouldn't be that useful himself, yet he sure as hell wouldn't let him face an enemy alone.
It takes him little time to reach the feline, the growing flames only proving his suspicions. But whatever he had been fighting was nowhere in sight. He was a bit disappointed, as he had been eager for a little scuffle. He wasn't a violent man, but he also wasn't a pacifist, either. He wasn't afraid to get his hands--er, paws--dirty.
"Roy, are you alright? What the hell happened?" he demanded upon arriving at the scene, standing close to him. The spreading of the fire was definitely worrying.
"SPEECH"