Edward Elric may hate being the dog of the military
Dis is my Claimer. I is not ownin nuffink. dere. it is all belonging to someone else. yer got that? I is just messin with the char-act-ers while I wait for something to happen.
ok, I wrote this at 6 in the morning, and after two days (and one whole night) of being awake non stop. Forgive me if I ramble. And it doesn't make sense really, but it does to me... ;; RoyxEd, if you squint and tilt your head to the left by 32 degrees... exactly. and I'd like to point out that this is the first one I've posted, so please play nice, and remember I'm a bit thick. thanks. ok, read the story!
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Edward may hate being a dog of the Military, but he always comes when called.
And here he is, coming now, called by Mustang, his Tasia, his Master. His honey-blond platted hair swings to and fro', the echo of a dogs tail wagging. His face, attentive, sensitive to his masters orders, trust held in his eyes, and respect. Respect for his Master. A pup, yet to learn the ways of the man-beast struggle. No, this is a boy, and the puppy is but a mere shadow of the beast that haunts all military hounds.
His master, Mustang, calling on him to round up, chase away, fetch... roll over. And roll over he does. Spread his legs and lower his tail in submission- a perfect subject to his whims. And one day, the orders had been monotonous, the dog had felt rejected, the true friendship between the man and his proverbial beast broke down. The master had made a wrong choice.
But the roles had switched. The dog bit back. Cutting remarks from jaded eyes. This canine had tasted the bitter copper of fresh-spilled blood from the cursed battle field.
Yes, Edward Elric was a dog of the Military.
Yes, Edward Elric had been young and foolish. But this dog had teeth... no longer the puppy of the pack, now a full-grown terrier of the Army.
And ultimately, a Mustang was simply a wild horse, begging to be ridden.
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I was trying to play up how young Edward is, and how Roy is the leader, 'till the child grows up and can take on the master of his attention. Leave me comments that are useful. Like "punctuation, was really, out." or "yur spellin sux"... now I'm just taking the piss... hehe. Nah, seriously, ya see something thats shit about it that I can alter for the better, please tell me. I'm not so bothered by reviews myself. After all, they're just there to help the writer, no? And be really critical of it. I haven't got an ego made of glass or something... feel free to throw my ego on the ground and jump on it. Its very durable. ok, rambling again. ... I'm gunna have a nap... mebby wake up at 12 for some lunch... ;;
Jaa ne!
Zan