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Hunter's Sanctuary
By Centurious the Azure and Storm Wolf77415
Prologue
A young man tinkered around with his Scroll, a Schnee company brand Vitalis III, scrolling through the various apps. He was bored out of his mind as he sat on the edge of a large bed. The room itself was very large. One might say it was opulent with all of the finery. Everything was perfectly symmetrical and cleanly white. Then again, he thought the owner of the room had a thing for everything being just so. Good thing she didn't have to arrange it herself. He chuckled to himself, fingering the touch screen of his Scroll. His powdery reddish brown eyes reflected off of the screen, shinning like finely cut fire Dust crystals in the light.
Sirius Caelestinus was a young boy of only seventeen. His messy short black hair was set off by a grey fedora sitting on top of his head. Among the dark bangs framing his young face was a single light brown colored one that jutted out from beneath the brim of his hat. He was dressed in a finely pressed black school uniform. It was the uniform of the school he was going to be attending in the next several hours. The crest of the school was emblazed on the breast of his blazer. Beacon Academy was supposed to be the most famous combat school in Vale; Perhaps the entire world.
He spent the last several years prepping for his entry in another school located in the kingdom of Vale named Signal. It was a bit of a ways from his home in Atlas. He liked studying abroad. He made a lot of friends. That alone was enough to come back to Vale. Especially when he knew his friends were going to be entering the same combat school after their graduation. He grinned a bit at a yellow text bubble, the name "Yang" popped up on the screen in big gold letters. It said, "see you at Beacon! Ruby says hi, too! Can't wait to see ya, fancy hat!" A little winky smiley face accompanied the text. He sent a friendly little reply. It was something he couldn't wait for, either.
"Sirius." A finely tuned voice of a young lady said, stepping up to him. It was voice that was very pleasant, and proper; almost music to his ears, honestly. Not that he'd ever tell her that. "Are you ready?" She was a young lady wearing a light blue dress, complimented by the accents of red of the inside of a similarly colored blue jacket. Her pale skin was almost alabaster white almost as if to naturally compliment her long snow white locks. She might have been perfectly symmetrical in every manner if not for the long ponytail hanging from the side of her head. It was fashionable, and almost defiant of every convention the girl presented by appearance.
He always thought she was a bit of an unspoken rebel. Icy blue eyes gazed at him with unexpected warmth. Her snowy white bangs shifted when her head moved slightly. She blinked, momentarily completing an old, jagged scar over lapping her left eye. It should have marred her beauty, but Sirius thought it complimented her… Again, not that he'd ever say it out loud.
Sirius just gave a casual shrug, looking up at the girl with a dull expression. He rolled his rust colored eyes. "I've been ready for almost forty five minutes, Weiss." He answered deadpan, closing his Scroll with a slight click. "You were barely out of bed when I came knocking at your door."
Weiss harrumphed. She turned her cute nose up at his complaining. "I was making myself look presentable for our first day at school." She leaned closer to him, fixing his light blue loose tie she bought for him not very long ago. He frowned as Weiss straightened it for him. For as much as he liked being stylish, he hated ties. It felt more like a leash than a fashion statement. "There, you look very smart as well now." She smirked in satisfaction. "I suppose it doesn't take you much to look good after all."
Sirius let out an amused snort, smiling thinly. It wasn't often you'd hear a compliment out of Weiss Schnee's mouth, so it was wise to accept it when they appeared. "I didn't think you looked too bad earlier, either." He countered lightly, some humor in his voice. "Somehow, you pulled off that frizzy bedhead. I didn't think imperfect Weiss was better than made up Weiss."
Weiss' face suddenly got beet red. Her blush's luminescence exceeded the morning light shining through the window. "W-whatever, you smart aleck." She grabbed a pillow to throw it at him. Sirius deflected it with a quick hand. He grinned mischievously back at her. Weiss rolled her eyes, blush not leaving her face. She turned away from him, boots clacking when she sauntered for the door. She gazed back at him sidelong, calling back to her companion. "I'm leaving with, or without you Sirius. The car is waiting for us as we speak. I don't want to be late because of your silly antics, you dolt. So, you better be ready."
Sirius wasn't really insulted. If anything, he found "dolt" to be a term of affection after all this time together. Sirius chuckled, stuffing his cell into his inner blazer pocket. "Yes, Princessa, as you command." He answered back in a sing song voice. Sirius hurriedly caught up to her. He had the feeling this might be an interesting four years by the Schnee heiress' side.