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' A low snarl came from the same direction of the screaming and Roy's stomach clenched.

He pressed his back against the wall and slid toward the open door. He took a breath and peeked into the room, taking in the entire nursery with one quick and calculated glance before retreating back.

Okay.

Maes was in the center of the room, hovering over the overturned bassinet. The beast within the room snarled again and Elysia's wailing increased to a veritable screech. The sound forced Roy forward, jolting him into action. He jerked forward into the doorway and leveled the gun at Maes. The creature twitched and looked up at him from his half-crouch over the powder-pink wad of blankets and the child wrapped therein.

Maes' eyes flashed in the dim lamplight coming in through the window, two bright points of green in the dimness of the room. In the frail light, Roy couldn't even recognize him as human anymore. The change was coming on him rapidly now. His face had elongated into an almost lupine muzzle, the structure of his skull stretched into inhumanity. His back was hunched, his spine curved as if he was meant to be standing on all fours. He looked suddenly, impossibly huge, his muscles straining under the light dusting of grey-black fur that had grown over his skin and trailed in long tresses down to the center of his back in a tapering ridge. His hair was ragged and tumbled greasily over his face and shoulders, making him look like a monster from a fairy tale.

Gentle Maes Hughes was becoming the Boogieman. Or, more appropriately, the Big Bad Wolf. Roy grinned to himself in the darkness, but didn't think that comparison was at all funny.

Maes opened his jaws and bared his teeth at Roy, iridescent strings of saliva dripping from his mouth and clinging to his stringy hair in spider web-like strands. He growled, lowering his head, his muscles tensing as if preparing himself to pounce. '

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Primal Instincts.
Chapter 7: Run and Scream

Story by [link]
Maes, Roy / Fullmetal Alchemist
Art by me.

Description
' A low snarl came from the same direction of the screaming and Roy's stomach clenched.

He pressed his back against the wall and slid toward the open door. He took a breath and peeked into the room, taking in the entire nursery with one quick and calculated glance before retreating back.

Okay.

Maes was in the center of the room, hovering over the overturned bassinet. The beast within the room snarled again and Elysia's wailing increased to a veritable screech. The sound forced Roy forward, jolting him into action. He jerked forward into the doorway and leveled the gun at Maes. The creature twitched and looked up at him from his half-crouch over the powder-pink wad of blankets and the child wrapped therein.

Maes' eyes flashed in the dim lamplight coming in through the window, two bright points of green in the dimness of the room. In the frail light, Roy couldn't even recognize him as human anymore. The change was coming on him rapidly now. His face had elongated into an almost lupine muzzle, the structure of his skull stretched into inhumanity. His back was hunched, his spine curved as if he was meant to be standing on all fours. He looked suddenly, impossibly huge, his muscles straining under the light dusting of grey-black fur that had grown over his skin and trailed in long tresses down to the center of his back in a tapering ridge. His hair was ragged and tumbled greasily over his face and shoulders, making him look like a monster from a fairy tale.

Gentle Maes Hughes was becoming the Boogieman. Or, more appropriately, the Big Bad Wolf. Roy grinned to himself in the darkness, but didn't think that comparison was at all funny.

Maes opened his jaws and bared his teeth at Roy, iridescent strings of saliva dripping from his mouth and clinging to his stringy hair in spider web-like strands. He growled, lowering his head, his muscles tensing as if preparing himself to pounce. '

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Primal Instincts.
Chapter 7: Run and Scream

Story by [link]
Maes, Roy / Fullmetal Alchemist
Art by me.