FullMetal Alchemist. Young Alchemist.

Serrin smiles, rummages around and, blushing pops a pacci in zans mouth. "Here use one of mine.." He murmurs out, blushing as he slides a new clean diaper under zan.

Zan meeps and smiled starting to suck on the paci in a natural way and became sorta sedated as he started cleaning and diapering him up

Serrin powders him and then pins the diaper up, sliding some plastic pants over them and snapping them tight. "There we go Zan."

Zan smiled and enjoyed the powder sitting up and smiling,"Thankies Serrin"

SMiles back and licks your cheek. No prblems, us chimeras have to stick tigether. Whos next?" He asks.

Zan giggled at the lick and smiled,"Hehe ya!"

"Well I'm not that wet for the moment so I guess we're ready to leave then." Willy said packing in there stuff and getting up.

"Okay then," Zan says helping his new...family

(YAY^^ LIG'S on!)

"Yep. We should make it to the chimera village around mid afternoon." Willy said getting the sleeping bags.

"Right. Wonder what we'll find.." Serrin wonders aloud as he packs up the tent.

"Ya I wonder if there are any other wolfies!" Zan said thoughtfully

"Well we won't know till we get there." Willy said finishing packing up half the stuff.

Name: ko-yami
state alchemist name: left hand of god. (deserter)
Age: permanetnly thirteen
Gender: male (bishonen)
Species: fennec-kyuubi
Apppearance: five foot six, long silver hair.

his left arm is covered in an incredibly detailed transmutation circle, made of both scar and tattoo, it spreads from that arm over most of his body. he wears a long white kevlar trenchcoat.

he always carries a slender white katana that is almost as tall as he is...

BIO: as a deserter of the state, he is a fugitive. and like scar, he possesses an incredible power...
he is also incontinent due to a mistake he made during his time in the military.

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farther afield but close enough to hear the ongoing events.

a small fox rests his back against a tree, and wonders what the state will send after him next.

the sheathe on his back rattles and he glances at it, "what now. is it him again?"

the sword is silent now, in an agravating sort of way. "damn you."
he scowls and closes his eyes. he stiffens as one ache dies down and another takes it's place.

"at least tell me there's a hotel around here, or ..... hell, i'll take a stable, just somewhere to sleep..."

the sword is still silent...