Baiken - Wol

Baiken finished consuming another bottle of sake, before collapsing next to him. Her tongue out, she coughed spit on top of Roy's face before falling on top of him. His vision faded out into gray.

Hours passed as the bar owner moved towards them both, surprised to see two wild animals in his establishment. As he backed away and tried to call the cops, Roy Mustang opened his eyes to see his reflection in the back of a wine bottle — that he was transformed into a horrendous beast. His face now catlike, his neck covered in hair, he awoke to see a man cowering in the corner of the establishment, sweating bullets as he refused to let his gaze away from Roy Mustang. The only saving grace was that he lay on top of a remarkably soft and plump mattress. Except, every once in a while, it shook along with the countertop he was on top of.

He looked down in horror. Sleeping below him was a rose-colored wolf the size of an elephant, wielding an enormous metal claw. In its sleep, the sword went halfway up its mouth, pressed against a lolling tongue.

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cinnarius, Round 3