Ward’s eyebrows furrowed in a frown as he clenched his eyes shut even tighter, rolling up into a ball. He could smell the musty forest floor, strong after the morning rain. Nose twitching, he tried to ignore his stomach as it growled. He hated mornings, loathed them. With their horrid brightness, birds chirping and who knew what horrors the day
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Something wasn’t right, and he didn’t’t like it when something wasn’t right.
Growling a warning to any un-seen presence, bird or otherwise he edged backwards slowly.
<‘Go away, go away…leave me alone.’> he growled in a mantra under his breath, <‘Go away, this is my home… SHUT UP’> The last being directed at the bird who dared annoy him earlier.
Straightening up he stalked warily over to the berry bush for some breakfast, casting suspicious glances around as he ate some. He kept his permanent rumbling growl going.
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However, he was in front of the bushes she was currently hiding behind, (and she was happily munching on the berries too until he came along) and being behind them while he was right there, wasn't exactly the smartest of ideas. Sloth had to catch him at his weakest moment, and it is always fun to stalk things. It was like the games Sloth played when she was a kit.
She slowly backed up, quickly hiding in the shadows of the trees behind her. Sloth was thankful that her pelt was a nice dark color, one that mixed in well with the shadows of the trees. She was careful to watch for any leaves or twigs. Sloth just wanted to play her games a little while longer.
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Looking this way and that, he looked around defensively. There must be something, anything that was making him so edge. No deer could make him this wary. He hated not knowing and he could feel his familiar rage building up inside him and he struggled to keep it down. Now was not the time to throw a tantrum, he needed to be calm.
Gritting his teeth, he kept his hands ready to clap for an alchemic defence or attack and continued stalking around the forest. It was never safe to stay in one spot and he wanted to find the source of his current apprehension., before he dissolved into unthinking anger.
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<'Well, that river you were just at over there wasn't exactly, your territory, Edward. It was the Mustang's, wasn't it?'> Sloth continued to smile, her arms smashing one of the spikes. She took a step forward, her other arm smashing yet another spike.
<' Shouldn't you have a mate helping you protect this territory, Elric? Or do you not have one?'>
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<‘It’s none of your business! It’s my territory! Mine!’> he growled, clapping his hands and sending a couple of more spikes in her direction. She was water, liquid his mind thought frantically. How do you get rid of water?
<‘I don’t need a mate, don’t want one!’> he flung himself up into the branches, sending spikes around crazily to make the path towards him as difficult as possible while he tried to formulate a plan.
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Sloth then fully turned into water, and she quickly weaved in and out of the army of spikes. She became almost fully solid behind him, her arms still liquefied. Sloth hit him in his side, and she smiled, <'By the way, you really should bathe immediately after you get really dirty. You concentrated on your own smell so much, that you didn't notice my own.'>
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<‘At least I don’t feel compelled to sneak around spying on people!’> he shot back at her, clapping his hands and using alchemy to remove the water from his pelt. <‘and I don’t smell.’> he muttered, almost sulking. The weather and now this Sloth was making him sullen.
<‘What do you want, why are you here,’> he growled at her, <‘Leave me alone…’>
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<'Oh, and to why I am here and what I want? Well, I'm not after your territory that you're so obsessed about. I prefer wander. It is too boring to stay in one spot.'> Sloth replied dryly.
She took another step forward.
<'Why bother taking the water out of your pelt? You're just going to get wet again.'> Sloth smiled mischievously.
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Clapping his hands together, Ward growled The all-knowing arrogance was really beginning to get on his nerves. He had a throbbing headache and just wanted to be clean and sleep. Why did everything always set out to annoy him!
Pushing his hands down he sent out a stone arm, intent on trying to capture the Sloth.
<‘Hold still and take that! You slimy coward!’>
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<'Hey! Being tactical isn't cowardice! It is called thinking! Maybe you should try it sometime!'> Sloth yelled, a bit pissed. Sloth was no coward! Sloth feared no pain! Planning something before you do it was smart, not something to be mocked.
She quickly stood up, her body becoming solid again. Sloth exclaimed, <'If you actually started thinking, you would've caught me by now. Heck, boy! Now I'm giving you hints! Strength isn't everything!'>
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<‘I am thinking! I don’t need your stupid hints! I can beat you anytime!’> he snarled, <’Only cowards like you think it tactics! Now shut up and stay still!’>
Going on the offensive he flung himself at her. Damn watery, slipperiness that always made them so hard to grab!
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