A natural werewolf.
One who has complete control over their instincts.
The first step, is to not act. Indeed, the first step on a long road, is to not even take a step.
To reel in your instincts. As this goes on, you must not take a life. Or you'll forever be cursed to roam, a bloodthirsty wolf. On the path of carnage.
Hans wouldn't allow it. That's why he took precautions. The silver chains... it would've been nice if they didn't break. But it seemed that Summer was strong enough. And so, as he dodged, slash after slash, he needed to keep her attention on him.
'Eyes on me.' Summer reeled her head back, the sharp teeth of a werewolf were being bared on full display.
Grabbing the beasts maw, the captain slammed it shut, teeth flying from its gums.
And yet, to his shock, the teeth had already regrown.
'Her regenerations better than mine...' a strike to her chin pushed her back a bit, stumbling through the uneven terrain, Hans sweeped her legs out from under her and before she could even land, Summer had been kicked in the ribs like a footballer would a football.
The beast howled in agony, yet that agony didn't last long. Getting up again, he almost sighed.
'Not long now, only about half an hour. I just need to keep debilitating her.' The wolf seemed to have gained a meager amount of intelligence, contrary to its usual approach, it carefully walked towards him.
'This... isn't going to be easy.' Pulling out the mercenaries machetes, the mother wolf seemed to panic at the weight. My killing intent was severely magnified.
And the dog cowered.
The perfect opportunity to pin her down. A swift dash forward, impaling her with both blades through the gut. Her howls and whimpers of pain crying straight into my ears. With a headbutt, I pulled the blades out of her, knocking her onto her back.
Now that it's later into the night, she's weaker. And so now its possible.
Stabbing the blades into the ground, the rose matriarch desperately tried to carve through my stomach, easily tearing through my shirt, yet the layer of flesh was different.
Summer was doing damage, just not much.
Grabbing her right hand, I held it down with my left, making a short spear in my right. Tensing the muscles in my arm, I drove the spear into her left hand.
Her whimpered cries almost made me hesitate.
Almost...
But this is for her own good.
Grabbing her other hand, I repeated my semblance usage, before nailing in the other spear. Blood pooled from her palms, staining the snow red.
Just to be sure, I drove one of the machetes into her stomach.
Definitely overkill. But I'd rather not take any chances.
Both with her, and with myself.
I won't die. Not yet.
Creating a chair from ice, I took a seat as I observed her struggle. The chair was uncomfortable, but comfort wasn't why i made it. It was simply to rest my legs in case she breaks free.
And now, we wait.
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Summer had suffered the pain of starvation.
For the entire night. And all she could do, was trust.
The second step of becoming a natural werewolf, is to have someone observing you. Someone strong, someone who can restrain you for the entire night.
Lest things go wrong.
And so, Summer returned to consciousness.
There was pain. Pain throughout her entire body, her hands, her legs, her stomach, her neck.
Everything ached.
Most concerning, were the numerous weapons impaling her and preventing her from moving. Her breathing heightened as the biting cold pierced her entire body.
Yet there he was, there was dried blood on his hands, some stained his coat and shirt. Yet there wasn't an injury she could see on him.
Upon realising it was over, he calmly walked over, pulling his machete out of her stomach.
That... that was strange. She felt every inch of...
Where'd the wound go?
The German man dinked his machete against the side of her head, then she watched as he slit his hand open. Immediately, she was concerned. Only to see his hand repair itself in seconds.
'Your regeneration is even better than mine.' Regeneration... the silver eyed warrior could safely say, she didn't expect this. Looking at her hands, the white haired man just let the impaling spears disappear.
Then, he tossed his coat over her.
Oh, right...
She was naked.
'Not again! It wasn't my fault this time, but again?! How does this happen twice?!' Summer could only look down in shame at such a thing happening for a second time.
'I would've brought her clothes, but Ruby couldn't remember what her sizes were. So my coat is the best thing to cover her completely.' Looking at the mother, he couldn't help but think of his own.
'I wonder what my mother thinks of me now... dad wasn't angry... maybe she isn't...' well... time to do the other thing I came here for.
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Stepping through a shadowy portal, once more, the crunch of snow brought peace to his ears.
In this wasteland of snow, there was but one decoration.
A frozen corpse.
The corpse of a woman, one with red hair and tanned skin. Reaching into the shadows, he pulled out a staff of arms. Raising it into the air, he drove it into the ground in front of her.
'If the weapon is useless without her, then I'll leave it with her. She has nothing to do with this after all.' Glancing back at summer, her shivering was all to obvious.
'To inform you, your regeneration is even better than mine. I think you might even be able to survive decapitation if you can re-attach your head fast enough. Assuming it isn't a silver or magical weapon.' Truly, it was that monstrous.
But sometimes, monstrous is good.
Once again, the shadowy language appeared, coiling around his arms and creating a new portal.
'Once we get back, I recommend you rest. I intend to as well. We must be ready for tomorrow.' Summer nodded her head, steeling her face.
'Yes, the day that it will all come to an end.'
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"Ah! M-miss schnee! What can we get you?" A worried worker spoke, the fright clear in her voice. Yet, slight confusion at the woman next to her.
The woman wore a black hoodie, defined pink lining with a plain white shirt underneath. A black skirt alongside black thigh-highs adorned once again with pink lining.
The girl looked out of place.
"I'll have a bowl of mint ice cream, my friend here will have some Neopolitan. I'll be paying by card." Shakily, the cashier presented the card reader, which readily accepted the Lieutenants card.
"W-we'll bring it around to your table!" With a smile, Weiss headed over to her table, in her jeans and jacket. Both a light blue, like a serene lake. Yet, the inner red of the jacket stood out.
Her ponytail rested as she sat down, Neo taking a seat opposite her.
'Loaded aren't we?' Weiss couldn't help but giggle.
"Ah, it's as if you don't even know who I am. I must say, quite refreshing." Leaning back against the velvet cushioning of the booth, weiss smiled.
"Mind if I ask something?" Not even waiting for an answer, Neo asked. "What is it that you love about Hans?" The schnee daughter though about that, and the answer was a very simple one.
"I love how he doesn't hesitate. No matter the scenario, he always has an answer. There's such a charm, knowing you can always trust him to have an answer." The criminal couldn't find a fault with such an answer. It was a simple one. And a good one.
'A good answer.'
"Might I ask why you fell for him?" Neo didn't even need to think.
'Hes a man who simply wants to live. To enjoy the wonder of life. By no means, is his story mine to tell. But he's been a refreshing change of pace, and to be honest, I find his desire for simplicity a relatable one. And as i spent time with him, i found myself upset when I wasn't by his side...'
"Both of our reasons... I expected something more complex. But such simplicity, is nice. Let's move on, why not... pour our hearts out to each other?"
Such a request was unusual.
A alleged street rat and an aristocrat.
One could think that they'd be butting heads.
'Since you already told me a bit on the bullhead yesterday. I'll tell you a bit about me.' Dropping the card, the ice-cream criminal began to ruminate. Where to start? Jump straight into the action, or the beginning?
'To start, i was born into a high class family. Born with the name, trivia vanille. I was born with hetechromia. And my parents didn't like that. I was forced to dress how they wanted. Do what they wanted. Act as they wanted. Until one day, i met Roman. Roman Torchwick, my adoptive father...' her eyes seemed to gloss over.
"I'm sorry for your loss." Neo smiled, thankful of her words.
Silently, a waited gave them their orders. Each one having a bowl of their respective ice cream, around four scoops each.
'I would sneak out with Roman, performing all sorts of crimes. And it was so exhilarating. One day, we hatched a plan to be free of my parents. We'd detonate an explosive, fake my death and disappear amongst the chaos. Things went a bit wrong. And... they died.' She patted the feint white hairs on her head.
"I see... Once again, I'm sorry for your loss. Even if they weren't the greatest, you still must've cared about them. Unfortunately, i can't say the same about my father. An utter bastard. Fortunately, he's gone now." One could guess what she meant by 'gone'.
But Neo knew what she meant. Intimately well.
'I understand. Say no more. For now, let's just eat.' Putting the card down, Neo used her spoon to scoop up all three flavours. Happily savouring her ice cream as if it was water in a desert.
Weiss was more refined, taking a small scoop of her ice cream. Carefully, her lips graced the ice cream, planting the minty sweetness on her tongue. It slowly melted in her mouth, a Tranquil smile spread across her face.
"It's been a while. I think the last time I came here, was with Winter. I... must've been six, maybe seven. I don't remember why, I just know that I was sad." Neo couldn't help but pity such a thing.
"It amazes me. That the white fang blames your entire family. People really think that everyone in the upper class have no problems...' The former beacon student nodded, only finding one issue with that statement.
"Blamed. As in past tense, recently I heard that the current white fang was disbanded. A result of extremists attempting to assassinate former leader Ghira Belladonna. He decided it best to retake leadership, temporarily disbanding the group for internal reforms." The woman gasped, silently of course.
"Anything else about them?" Weiss paused for a moment, thinking before it finally came to the surface.
"Ghira belladonna is heading to Atlas Academy to ask for aid."
'Why would the Council agree to that?' Weiss shook her head.
"Because ironwood is the one he's making a deal with. Even when he tells the council, it's not like they can do much. The only other person with the requirements to be a headmaster, is winter. Apparently he's bringing a few people along."
'Times are changing...'
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