05-08-2018, 07:24 PM
[ [member=449]Margaery[/member] ]
Roy wasn't exactly sure why he was padding into Margaery's garden. He was sure with the accident that happened recently, she probably would wish to be by herself, or at least keep members who are capable of producing flames out of her garden. Of course, Roy wasn't going to nor planned to snap his flint claws anytime soon, especially in a garden like this. Thankfully, Roy's fire power didn't work like Bastillepaw's; the melanistic bobcat has to manually ignite his flames with his mutated flint claws, with the flame array on his front paw pads and understanding what makes up a fire. And of course, there's also the deconstruction and reconstruction part of it too. It takes a lot for Roy to spark a single flame, huh?
But as he padded in, the flame alchemist gaze landed on the batch of roses. Just a few days ago, this batch of flowers were bursting with life, bloomed and absorbing the suns rays and getting the water they needed. Now, these roses showed signs of no life what so ever. They were all charred, the roses no longer had their beautiful red buds or prickly green stems. Instead they were black, some parts burned so much that some roses turned to ash. It was really a shame, considering the fact that the flame alchemist has finally gotten a chance to view her garden, she has put a lot of work into it. Roy knew he wouldn't be able to keep a garden going, even if he tried. Margaery clearly puts the effort into making sure her garden is healthy and thriving. He tore his gaze off of the burned batch, and his eyes began to scan the garden, before they fell on Margaery herself.
It looked like the feline was sitting in front of her lilies, which she seemed to be tending to. Looking back to that whole accident, Margaery almost lost her lilies too. There were some lilies that were burnt, but thankfully the majority of the flower was quite okay. Roy had arrived at the scene just in time to stop the fire, preventing any more lilies from getting harmed. He was unable to save the roses, those were destroyed. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked over at her, thinking back to the moment he saw her unconscious on the ground. He wasn't sure if a medic actually looked over her yet, but he still wondered how she was doing, as her lungs didn't seem to like the smoke very much.
With a flick of his ear, Roy made his way over to the chocolate point, his blue gaze landing on her. "How are you feeling?" Roy decided to make his presence known, hoping to grab her attention. "I don't believe we've officially met before, I'm Roy Mustang. I'm sorry about your roses, I didn't get here in time to save them."
Roy wasn't exactly sure why he was padding into Margaery's garden. He was sure with the accident that happened recently, she probably would wish to be by herself, or at least keep members who are capable of producing flames out of her garden. Of course, Roy wasn't going to nor planned to snap his flint claws anytime soon, especially in a garden like this. Thankfully, Roy's fire power didn't work like Bastillepaw's; the melanistic bobcat has to manually ignite his flames with his mutated flint claws, with the flame array on his front paw pads and understanding what makes up a fire. And of course, there's also the deconstruction and reconstruction part of it too. It takes a lot for Roy to spark a single flame, huh?
But as he padded in, the flame alchemist gaze landed on the batch of roses. Just a few days ago, this batch of flowers were bursting with life, bloomed and absorbing the suns rays and getting the water they needed. Now, these roses showed signs of no life what so ever. They were all charred, the roses no longer had their beautiful red buds or prickly green stems. Instead they were black, some parts burned so much that some roses turned to ash. It was really a shame, considering the fact that the flame alchemist has finally gotten a chance to view her garden, she has put a lot of work into it. Roy knew he wouldn't be able to keep a garden going, even if he tried. Margaery clearly puts the effort into making sure her garden is healthy and thriving. He tore his gaze off of the burned batch, and his eyes began to scan the garden, before they fell on Margaery herself.
It looked like the feline was sitting in front of her lilies, which she seemed to be tending to. Looking back to that whole accident, Margaery almost lost her lilies too. There were some lilies that were burnt, but thankfully the majority of the flower was quite okay. Roy had arrived at the scene just in time to stop the fire, preventing any more lilies from getting harmed. He was unable to save the roses, those were destroyed. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked over at her, thinking back to the moment he saw her unconscious on the ground. He wasn't sure if a medic actually looked over her yet, but he still wondered how she was doing, as her lungs didn't seem to like the smoke very much.
With a flick of his ear, Roy made his way over to the chocolate point, his blue gaze landing on her. "How are you feeling?" Roy decided to make his presence known, hoping to grab her attention. "I don't believe we've officially met before, I'm Roy Mustang. I'm sorry about your roses, I didn't get here in time to save them."
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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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