Disclaimer: I do not Own FMA, and I don't own Timberwolf. The Credit for the first one goes to Hiromu Arakawa, and the second to my Bestist Friend, LibertyUnknown. By the way, you better read her stories~! They R-O-C-K.
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It had been seven whole years since she set her feet on solid ground, her automail leg clinking softly as she walked, gleaming bright silver in the afternoon light. Needless to say, she'd just woken up from her...uh, Cat-er, dog nap.
Timberwolf the always Tactful, the only General in Western, was enjoying her promotion to Central city the good ol' fashioned way: Making shit go boom.
She should have been terrified of fire since...well, she had long forgotten. Out of sight, out of body, out of mind. Something like that.

The girl paused, wolf-like ears perking. There was the soft sound of pitter pattering of tiny children's feet coming her way.
Well damn.
Timberwolf never liked children, their voices rose to an unnatural pitch that hurt her ears to the point that she was going psycho-wolf on them. And after she'd been demoted for mawing a child half-way to death, she'd steered clear of them to avoid further punishment.

Straightening her military issue jacket, she coughed into her small fist and donned her general's cap, which was usually only worn on special occasions, but then again, you usually got new recruits who wore their's proudly.
Timberwolf got to do what she wanted, end of story. Not even the Fuehrer crossed her, not since she'd actually disarmed him when he attempted to have her executed for being a chimera.

She wasn't a chimera, dammit! She was...well, herself.

"Miss Timberwolf!" Came the first brats whiney voice, making the young general cringe and grind her teeth, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes," Came the wolf girl's sharp reply, an acidic edge to her words so powerful it would make a grown man think twice about approaching her. Too damn bad these kids didn't think about their own safety, "Now, lets go play swallow all the pills in mommy's purse, 'kay?"

Instead of answering with an, "Okay miss Timberwolf!", the three other annoying brats she knew from somewhere took their places around her, "Mommy says your gonna go away!"

"Thank god." The wolf inserted dryly, then gave a small laugh because god simply didn't exist. If he did...She gripped her automail leg, ears ringing from the sudden emptiness in the air. The children were still talking, as was a child's nature to talk when not being listened too, but Timberwolf zoned in on the sound of...

"THE TRAIN!" And with that, the blonde general took off, pushing three, wait, no, FOUR yelping children from her path of destruction.

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First Lieutenant Terra Adele paced around the train stop, close to panicking now that the general still hadn't shown... A thousand scenarios filled her head and she chased them away...She had yet to meet this man, but he was said to be one of the most skilled Alchemists in all of the Western sector.
As it was, Terra hated the use of Alchemy, it was against her religion, as an Ishbalan, and she would not use the demonic art.

Because the dead would never come back to life.

Terra closed her eyes, then opened them again as the sound of a girl's voice broke her trance, "Terra Adele? Hellllo?"

The woman turned, blinking as the crowd ebbed and flowed. Surely she had heard someone...

"HEY! MORON!" A small girl jumped up in the crowd, flailing her arms in order to be seen. Well that was the rudest thing Terra had been called in sometime.

The small blonde had the wildest blue eyes she'd ever seen, and suddenly, all of the ancient Ishbalan folk tales of monsters living in the bodies of the innocents didn't seem so far fetched. Terra had never been superstitious, though she was more scientifically inclined (Not alchemically) than her fellow Ishbalans.
Swallowing her pride, the Lieutenant frowned and fixed her green eyes on her.
Through some genetic fluke, Terra Adele had gained black hair and green eyes as opposed to the white hair and red eyes of her people.

"May I help you-" Before she could speak, the girl was in her face, slitted blue eyes narrowed as she put her hands on her blue, uniform clad hips and said in a haughty tone, "I am Timberwolf, the White Wolf Alchemist."

Dear Ishbala, what have you cursed me with? Terra thought, raking her fingers through her short black hair. This...was going to be a long day.

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"Look! A cow!" Timberwolf's small gloved hand shot out the window for the ump-tenth time.

Terra flipped through the book she was currently trying to read, having her face partially in it now. She hated trains, and loud mouthed little girls. But it was amazing, this girl was only seventeen and was now the youngest General in all of Amestris. It was startling that a CHILD could have so much power...

"Look! A-"

"I swear to god, if you say cow again..." Terra warned bitterly, "What's so great about cows anyway?"

"They make chocolate milk." The girl said bluntly.

"No, they don't, Ma'am...Chocolate milk in made by-"

"Brown cows!"

There was an extended silence before Terra grudgingly sighed, "Yes Ma'am, brown...cows."

There was a smug smile on the other girls face all the way to Central.

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There was laughter. A mad, crazed laughter as the village was destroyed and she was left standing in the debris, wide blue eyes watery as the tall man turned on her, yellow eyes gleaming in delight.

"Funny, I get to be the one to wipe out a village of Criminals and a little Chimera shows up. You wouldn't happen to be that traitorous deserters daughter, would you?" The man had a voice like a snake, oily and slick, it made her whimper and back away.

There was another explosion, more screams, and the house she just escaped from collapsed just as mommy began to step out to rescue her from the strange yellow eyed man with the burning red stone around his neck.
Then pain, pain,
PAIN!

A bright red light filled her eyes as she was pined under the burning debris, and she stopped breathing, tears running down her soot caked face as her wolf-like ears flattened against her matted blonde hair.
She knew it was over...even as she clawed at the man's blue clad leg.

"General?"

The burning red light became bright and hot, and the screams grew louder and louder in her sore ears-

"General!"

Timberwolf sat up, sweat sticking her blonde hair to her forehead. The girl groaned, her automail leg's joints beginning to ache as rain began to pour. From her view form the train, it was pretty watching the country scenery and the rain mix.

"Are you okay?" Lieutenant Adele asked softly, touching the girl's shoulder, who jerked away reflexively.

Timberwolf remembered why she joined the Military. It wasn't to bring honor to her abandoned family name...

It was for revenge.

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Well, this is the end of Chapter One... Hopefully it was good..

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