[fic] State of Mind - Prologue
Title: State of Mind
Author: Elric_Ward
Rating: PG
Genre: Survival? Slow burner
Word count: 1,087
Summary: Ward never liked the world, but he was content. Then life decided to turn things around and make it difficult for him.
Author Notes: So I was browsing my computer and found my first fic attempt. I decided to re-write the chapter I posted and then some. So here is the prologue of my second attempt at serious writing. I don't know how often I will be updating, but as of now I have 5 chapters roughed out.
State of Mind
A Fullmetal Alchemist Zoofic by Elric ‘Hunter’ Ward
Copyright:
The Fullmetal Alchemist (Hagane no Renkinjutsushi) and all its respective work and ideas are copyrighted by Hiromu Arakawa and her distributors.
Comments and critique welcome.
Prologue
He sat in the centre of the cold room. For as long as he could remember, it had always been this empty and clean. All was dark and silent, except for the cracks of light outlining the door and barred window. In one of the corners he knew there was a bowl of water and a plate of dry food that was refilled twice a day. This was his life and all he had ever known. It was boring, but he was content to sit undisturbed.
When the door was flung open, he flattened his ears and squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of light and noise clashing with his peace. Footsteps echoed around him while he waited, hissing under his breath. When the heavily gloved hand reached down to him, he snapped at it in retaliation, just missing the fingers. A sharp rebuke and a cuff to the head caused him to flatten down low in semi-obedience. His obedience was rewarded with a rough pat on the head as his collar and lead were slipped on.
Orders were given and noise surrounded him as people-masters bustled into his room-den. He squinted his eyes, letting them adjust to the light and watched with disinterest as people set about cleaning his room. It was always kept so clean and smelling of weird flowers. He wrinkled his nose and bared his teeth silently at the many masters who messed up his bed. He wished they could leave it alone. He knew later, when he returned to it, it would no longer smell of him.
A small shake of the lead startled him as he was dragged out of his safe place and down fanciful hallways with their bright colours, lights and decoration. There were more masters moving around, busy with their work and ignoring him. Every people was a master.
He was taken into the pelt room where his baggy pelts were removed and funny smelling pelts with too much cloth and way to big were placed on him. He struggled a bit, but an infernal grip on the nape of his neck kept him from doing more than a small flail and mewling. A light cuff across the head made him instinctively freeze as they attached a different collar and leash to his neck. It was different from the usual one as it was itchy and uncomfortable, yet every time he tried to adjust it his hands were slapped away.
With a light tug, the holder of the leash drew him out into the bright walkway again. He pulled against the lead and sulkily dragged his feet. He knew he was being taken to the loud room and he hated it. He hated the room, with all its masters who would come and fuss over him. Sometimes they would pat his head, but most would pull his ears and tails, pinch his nose and talk weirdly to him while his Master smiled at the other masters. He would growl and bare his teeth and they would just laugh at him.
He hated that. Everything in his instincts screamed that he should bite them, but the Master would cuff him. Once he even got a muzz-ell to stop his biting and he didn’t like it at all. He got to return to his den much quicker if he sat there, sullenly quiet while the masters talked.
Today the loud room was louder than normal. There were many people and they were all looking at his Master as he spoke. After Master finished speaking there was lots of yelling and noise, and he flattened his ears down in shock. Many masters were coming over and talking about him to his keeper-masters. He perked his ears up at their sounds, but none were any sounds that he knew.
Finally the sounds began to dwindle. His Master came over and gave him his loud-room treat. This was a good sign, he could follow the keeper-masters to his den now and rest.
When the door shut and he was alone, he could finally relax. Swishing his tail, he went over to his pelts-but-not-smell-like-him-pelts and rest. He closed his eyes and lazily flicked his ears, slowly relaxing when the door opened again.
Growling he sat up, he didn’t know what they wanted now. He had sat and been good, so why was he being disturbed? They were talking to him, why were they talking to him? When they got close enough, he started growling. He didn’t know these masters! He was just about to stand up when a sudden noise and sharp pain in his shoulder startled him, and then everything was chaos. He lurched forward at them, snarling, when his legs gave way. Startled, he growled louder as he tried to attack the stranger-masters but his arms weren’t working and he felt his head getting lower. There was lots of talking and he felt himself being grabbed…and the world went black
= = =
Stolen house pet; EPS claims abuse
In breaking news, twelve people have been arrested for the theft and abandonment of a prize Elric from the Carter Mansion after the celebration of a large donation to the First National Amestris Zoo. Early this morning eight males and four females affiliated with EPS, who cannot be named due to legal reasons, stole Ward from his pen and released him in an unknown location.
The activists claim that the Elric was being treated inhumanely and released him into the wild to live out his life happily in his natural environment.
Mr. Carter says, “This is a malicious attack intent on discrediting my work. Ward was a happy and loved member of our family. He is completely domesticated and will starve without our care.” Carter had just donated a large sum to the Amestris Zoo and its Elric conservation research facility.
The EPS protest these claims; “All Elrics released are determined to be at a healthy weight and are tagged for future studies into their survival after release. Releasing this Elric is for its own good.”
The Elric Protection Squad is a volunteer funded activist group who follow the motto “Elrics belong in the wild”. This is the sixth time this year they have been charged with Elric theft, breaking and entering, reckless abandonment of an endangered species and callous disregard for a domestic Elric’s wellbeing.
Anyone who spots the missing Elric is told to phone 1800-Lost-Elric. There is a reward offered.
Future updates on this news story will be posted.
Next Chapter ->
Author: Elric_Ward
Rating: PG
Genre: Survival? Slow burner
Word count: 1,087
Summary: Ward never liked the world, but he was content. Then life decided to turn things around and make it difficult for him.
Author Notes: So I was browsing my computer and found my first fic attempt. I decided to re-write the chapter I posted and then some. So here is the prologue of my second attempt at serious writing. I don't know how often I will be updating, but as of now I have 5 chapters roughed out.
State of Mind
A Fullmetal Alchemist Zoofic by Elric ‘Hunter’ Ward
Copyright:
The Fullmetal Alchemist (Hagane no Renkinjutsushi) and all its respective work and ideas are copyrighted by Hiromu Arakawa and her distributors.
Comments and critique welcome.
Prologue
He sat in the centre of the cold room. For as long as he could remember, it had always been this empty and clean. All was dark and silent, except for the cracks of light outlining the door and barred window. In one of the corners he knew there was a bowl of water and a plate of dry food that was refilled twice a day. This was his life and all he had ever known. It was boring, but he was content to sit undisturbed.
When the door was flung open, he flattened his ears and squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden onslaught of light and noise clashing with his peace. Footsteps echoed around him while he waited, hissing under his breath. When the heavily gloved hand reached down to him, he snapped at it in retaliation, just missing the fingers. A sharp rebuke and a cuff to the head caused him to flatten down low in semi-obedience. His obedience was rewarded with a rough pat on the head as his collar and lead were slipped on.
Orders were given and noise surrounded him as people-masters bustled into his room-den. He squinted his eyes, letting them adjust to the light and watched with disinterest as people set about cleaning his room. It was always kept so clean and smelling of weird flowers. He wrinkled his nose and bared his teeth silently at the many masters who messed up his bed. He wished they could leave it alone. He knew later, when he returned to it, it would no longer smell of him.
A small shake of the lead startled him as he was dragged out of his safe place and down fanciful hallways with their bright colours, lights and decoration. There were more masters moving around, busy with their work and ignoring him. Every people was a master.
He was taken into the pelt room where his baggy pelts were removed and funny smelling pelts with too much cloth and way to big were placed on him. He struggled a bit, but an infernal grip on the nape of his neck kept him from doing more than a small flail and mewling. A light cuff across the head made him instinctively freeze as they attached a different collar and leash to his neck. It was different from the usual one as it was itchy and uncomfortable, yet every time he tried to adjust it his hands were slapped away.
With a light tug, the holder of the leash drew him out into the bright walkway again. He pulled against the lead and sulkily dragged his feet. He knew he was being taken to the loud room and he hated it. He hated the room, with all its masters who would come and fuss over him. Sometimes they would pat his head, but most would pull his ears and tails, pinch his nose and talk weirdly to him while his Master smiled at the other masters. He would growl and bare his teeth and they would just laugh at him.
He hated that. Everything in his instincts screamed that he should bite them, but the Master would cuff him. Once he even got a muzz-ell to stop his biting and he didn’t like it at all. He got to return to his den much quicker if he sat there, sullenly quiet while the masters talked.
Today the loud room was louder than normal. There were many people and they were all looking at his Master as he spoke. After Master finished speaking there was lots of yelling and noise, and he flattened his ears down in shock. Many masters were coming over and talking about him to his keeper-masters. He perked his ears up at their sounds, but none were any sounds that he knew.
Finally the sounds began to dwindle. His Master came over and gave him his loud-room treat. This was a good sign, he could follow the keeper-masters to his den now and rest.
When the door shut and he was alone, he could finally relax. Swishing his tail, he went over to his pelts-but-not-smell-like-him-pelts and rest. He closed his eyes and lazily flicked his ears, slowly relaxing when the door opened again.
Growling he sat up, he didn’t know what they wanted now. He had sat and been good, so why was he being disturbed? They were talking to him, why were they talking to him? When they got close enough, he started growling. He didn’t know these masters! He was just about to stand up when a sudden noise and sharp pain in his shoulder startled him, and then everything was chaos. He lurched forward at them, snarling, when his legs gave way. Startled, he growled louder as he tried to attack the stranger-masters but his arms weren’t working and he felt his head getting lower. There was lots of talking and he felt himself being grabbed…and the world went black
= = =
Stolen house pet; EPS claims abuse
In breaking news, twelve people have been arrested for the theft and abandonment of a prize Elric from the Carter Mansion after the celebration of a large donation to the First National Amestris Zoo. Early this morning eight males and four females affiliated with EPS, who cannot be named due to legal reasons, stole Ward from his pen and released him in an unknown location.
The activists claim that the Elric was being treated inhumanely and released him into the wild to live out his life happily in his natural environment.
Mr. Carter says, “This is a malicious attack intent on discrediting my work. Ward was a happy and loved member of our family. He is completely domesticated and will starve without our care.” Carter had just donated a large sum to the Amestris Zoo and its Elric conservation research facility.
The EPS protest these claims; “All Elrics released are determined to be at a healthy weight and are tagged for future studies into their survival after release. Releasing this Elric is for its own good.”
The Elric Protection Squad is a volunteer funded activist group who follow the motto “Elrics belong in the wild”. This is the sixth time this year they have been charged with Elric theft, breaking and entering, reckless abandonment of an endangered species and callous disregard for a domestic Elric’s wellbeing.
Anyone who spots the missing Elric is told to phone 1800-Lost-Elric. There is a reward offered.
Future updates on this news story will be posted.
Next Chapter ->