Disclaimer: Rwby belongs to rooster teeth, Monty Oum, ect ect. I don't earn any money from this.
You were born with a swan on the shoulder.
When you were younger, you used to wonder who it would animate for. For a prince? A gentleman thief? That kind of things kept you up at night.
As you got older, though, those thoughts slowly slipped out of your mind. It's not that you didn't care; you just had better things to do. Unsurprisingly, learning all the proper ways to be the perfect heiress left very little room to worry about love.
This was why, when you suddenly felt a tickle on your shoulder as you were heading toward the grocery shop, your first emotion had been complete and utter surprise.
Your tattoo, however, didn't let you have time to think. You felt it moving against your skin, flying down your right arm, flapping its wings frantically toward a nearby street.
You knew what it meant. Everyone did.
You started running.
You don't know what you were expecting. You've been told that soulmates were rarely how you thought they'd be. Since you were either heading toward the garage or the kindergarten, you supposed that you could abandon the whole prince charming idea. But still, would he be nice? Smart? Strong? A cat person or dog person?
Your thoughts are violently interrupted by someone running into you.
"Oh, sorry, I was-"
The end of that sentence was never heard.
In front of you, is a girl, young, dressed in dirty overalls and holding a screwdriver loosely in her left hand.
On her right one, waving its tail happily, is a wolf tattoo staring right at your own swan.