The scorpion's loyalty
"I'm so disappointed"
It was three words. But to tyrian it was more than that. It meant he failed ,and failure was not an option for him. He couldn't stop the tears that leaked from his eyes or the cries from his throat as he collapsed on to the floor. He hated himself for failing. He shouldn't have toyed with those brats. They weren't skilled enough for someone of his caliber ,and defeating them would have been easy ,but he wanted to toy with them.
How easy it would have been to crush the nights neck.
To slice the throat of that green clad ninja.
To poison the pink valkirye.
To cripple the little rose and bring her back to his goddess.
Oh the old crow would've been a problem ,but without the rose to get in his way he wouldn't have had to retreat with his tail between his...most of his tail between his legs. No instead he toyed and made a show of himself until he was in too late. So many scenarios where he should have done something different. Suh as the stealth attack he could of had if he did jump in front of them. His experience making work of the most annoying members instead of staying mostly on defense. To him they were greenhorns fresh out of combat.
He remembered the confusion amount them as he apperaed and attacked. Little experience fighting something not Grimm if he had to guess. His fanus traits had really come in handy as they helped block stricks with minimal aura loss and he could here their suprise at the reveal. He heard the rose and crows conversation during the fight and their friends panic. Though one thing they said- the rose said struck a cord of memories within him. He had heard it when fleeing from the group he no longer felt comfortable beating in pain and without his tail. The words hit something in his memorys.
"Uncle Crow are you okay?!"
"Uncle Crow are you okay?"
"Uncle Tyrian are you okay?"
The words came from a small little girl. Upon inspection wore a small red shirt with the words 'daddies little monster' in blue on the front. She wore a small pair of blue shorts and had a pink braclet on her arm. She had a plain looking face with bright forest green eyes. Her hair had a light brown color with two bows on the side. It was tied in a ponytail fashion that went down to here back. However if you looked closely at her ponytail you'd see it was a stinger signifying one thing...
She was a fanus.
"It's alright Thelma. Uncle's just a bit down in the dumps." Tyrian said looking down. The fanus wore what he would in the future his white attire along with his cloak but there was two differences. the first being that his chest was heavily bandaged showing he'd suffered an almost fatal wound ,and the second was the patch on his cloak's chest above his heart. It was an all black patch with the letters TGIE in orange. "Hey your here though why don't we go to the park okay? Just remember to say good bye okay?" He said in tone that most would see as happiness although it masked a bit of pain. Turning around from what he was looking at he walked down a stone path with fresh grass on he side with stone monuments in the grass a few feet away from one another revealing what he was in.
A cemetery.
From the distance he could hear his niece. "Bye Mr. Isaac! I'll bring lots of flowers next time!" With that he heard her little feet catch up to him , as he was walking slowly, and take his hand. "Uncle Tyrian what park are we going to?" She questioned in an eager voice. "You know that park with the merry go round near the ice cream shop? I was thinking there ,but you probably won't like it." He said with small humor in his voice.
"Nonononono! I want to go there uncle!" She said rapidly with excitement jumping up and down his arm." What? Really? Not you. Noooo you'd love the little park with the swing near the woods." He said with false confusion in his voice. In response the little scorpion decided to glare at her elder with a little pout. "Uncle I don't like that park. The monsters live there." The child said continuing her pout.
"Are you sure. I mean your uncle will bee there to fend them off." He said before suddenly flexing to show some strength before he wincing. He had forgotten the wounds on his chest had been bandaged recently and he was sure the sudden movement might have reopened them. "Uncle!" She said noticing his quick display of pain. "You need to be careful. Momma said your wounds are still fresh from three days ago." She continued while she examined his bandages.
"I'm fine just a little sore." Tyrian said trying to avert her attention from his wound. "Hey we better hurry to the park. I think I heard someone say the shop near had a sale on peach ice cream." At the mention of her favorite flavor the girl took his hand and rushed forward. Stumbling then catching up to her face Tyrian sighed in relief that she was rather adicted to the flavor.
He didn't need her on his ass about his wounds like his brother.
(The Park)
Tyrian sat on a bench and watched from the sidelines as his niece played with other children her age. None of them fanus but that didn't matter. She was a smart enough girl to know how to conceal her fanus traits and not to reveal them. Even if she was young she'd seen enough of how humans would treat the fanus if she were discovered. Days like this he was happy he was a arachnid family of fanus because they didn't have to try to hard to conceal their fanus features.
Getting up , while using more force then he used to , he decided to make due on the implication of ice cream. Walking away from the park he continued a few buildings away to the shop. Whoever decided placing the shop so close to the park was a great idea. Kids would attempt to drag their parents in to get a sample of the frozen treat. Of course his darling little niece had never attempted that.
She just needed to use the look.
Those goddamn eyes could make a Grimm do what she wanted.
Still he entered the shop , signified by a little bell, and saw a familiar face on the counter. He was an old man with a white beard and blue eyes. His white skin had a little wrinkles and looked a bit sunken in. He ware a blue shirt sleeved shirt and jeans and a red and white striped apron not to mention he was leaning up on the counter with a bored expression. Of course upon seeing Tyrian his eyes lightened up and he through his arms up.
"Tyrian my good man. Here for the usual or want something new?" He said already going through the ice cream tube. "Alan we both know what I want." Tyrian said digging for his wallet on the inside of his cloak. In response Alan just had a cheeky smile. "Really. Excuse me I think my memories shot ,but I think I remember a snot nosed brat saying that he'd try every flavor under the sun." Alan said bringing up his younger, more eager and ignorant , self. " That was before I found out some flavors were just people mixing in random things together. I remember when you got us to try your mixture of cookie dough and tequila...at least I'm pretty sure I do." Tyrian said causing the old man to start laughing.
"Oh I don't remember you complaining." He said with a shit eating grin while finishing the order he was getting. Tyrian just gave the man a dirty look." I'm pretty sure I was drunk after the fourth scoop. Also I'm still not sure I remember what exactly happened that day or why I woke up in an abounded sewage pipe with two half dressed girls." Tyrian stopped his (un)pleasant trip down memory lane when he noticed Alan had finished the order and put it in a brown paper bag he placed on the counter.
Digging through his wallet for the right amount Tyrian was suddenly stopped by the salesman. " It's on the house for putting me in a good mood ,but I have to ask you a question. Are you alright with what happened to..." The old man stopped is sentence and just nudged his left shoulder to the wall. Turning his head Tyrian felt a small smile etch it's way on to his lips as he saw the picture. The picture was the old man surrounded by teenagers with one being Tyrian ,but instead of his cloak he on on a brown vest instead.
On the right side of Alan stood a tall male. He was around 6'4 with a muscular frame. He didn't wear a shirt exposing his uper body and the various tattoos he had. What he did wear was tight green combat pants , a pair of brown fingerless gloves , and finally a pair of white sandals. He had white skin , blue eyes ,and ad flowing red hair a little on the unruly side. Stapped to his lower back and sideways stood a massive grey weapon with blunted studds in it. A kanobo...or as he called it grande douleur.
The picture did reveal it was also a rocket launcher.
Crouched down in front of Alan was a girl. She had an average hight of 5'5 with a firm yet slender form and rich ebony skin. She wore a sleeveless grey shirt that hugged her c-cup breast , on her lower body she wore blue jeans with a brown belt and with a pouch on the side. On her head she wore a beanie mostly covering her black hair except for the sides where some spilled out and her eyes were a deep Green color. Attached to both her sides were two hook swords she called muqin and fuqin.
Nobody would know the handles doubled as handguns.
The final member was to the left of left of the old man right under Tyrian. He stood at 5'1 with a very thin form. He wore a pair jeans rolled up to his knees and black sandals. His upper body had a red sleeveless shirt with the words ' Straight outta Minstral' on it in black. On his hands donned black leather gloves that went down to his elbow. He had pale skin with brown eyes with short brown hair. If you looked at his ear was what looked like a recorder he called mele.
How anyone would know by twisting it a four foot rapier like blade would come out he had no idea.
Looking down the picture frame Tyrian let out a nostalgic sigh as he saw the title of the photo. 'Our loyal 100 customers Team TGIE'. Turning his head back to Alan Tyrian let out a sigh at the old shopkeeper. "I'm fine Alan just. Just a bit pained mentally...and physically." Tyrian said bringing a hand to his bandaged chest. In response Alan just had a warm look. "Well if you ever need advice just tell me. I was a hunter to ya know." After he finished Tyrian just grabbed the bagc,and did leave fifty lein as a tip, and started for the door before the old man's voice caught him again.
" Oh by the way there's a little somethin extra in there for ya." As he said that Tyrian didn't need to turn around to know the man was smiling. Shaking his head he stepped out the door ,as asking what it was would be a waste of time, and continued back to the park.
Upon his arrival he noticed Thelma sitting miserably at the bench he was at earlier. Approaching his niece he noticed that her tail was swaying subtly left and right. "Hey kiddo waz the matta?" After saying that the little scorpion's head bobed up excitedly. "Uncle Tyrian!" She said launching herself. Catching her in his open hand he lifted her up to his face.
"Any particular reason your lookin so down." He asked as she suddenly looked irritated. "One of the boys is being a butt." She said crossing her arms and pouting. Looking back at the play ground he saw that now there was a group of boys spinning around on the merry go round. In the center standing straight appeared to be the leader and nothing was remarkable about him except that he had a sideways baseball hat. " What'd he do?" The huntsman asked his niece.
"He said no girls allowed and pushed me away."
Ah...
"Really."
Tyrian couldn't help the murderous aura that surrounded him or the fact he was now seeing purple from rage. He could even feel his stinger tingling sending tiny jolts in the back of his head. Boys will be boys he supposed he to had that mentality at one point ,but he couldn't stop the blistering rage that overwhelmed him. "Here I got the ice cream as promised. Why don't you sit here and wait a minute while I have a nice and friendly chat with the boy. Okay?" Tyrian felt he stressed a few of the words trying to hide his growing wrath but it seemed his niece didn't notice or didn't care.
She took the paper bag from his hand and no sooner did Tyrian allow his body to turn and walk to the boy. He could feel parents gaze on him, he must have missed them as earlier as they didn't matter, as he approached the snot nose brat. One tried to approach but on look at his now purple eyes were enough to deter them away from him from him. The park atmosphere seemed to dim a bit as he got to the merry go round and stopped it from spinning causing a few to lurch forward and a few others to hit parts of themselves on the metal. Though the only kid he cared for stood completely still as if he didn't even flinch at the sudden stop.
"Hey who-" The boy began before Tyrian interrupted him. "Hello child. I do believe that we need to talk." He said crouching down in front of the boy. Said boy just looked at Tyrian before breaking into a cold sweat. " Now boy you see that girl over there?" Tyrian said before pointing to his niece happily eating her ice cream. "That's my niece and you made here cry ,so what you are going to do. You are going to go over there and apologize with the biiiigest smile on your face ,and then you are going to ask for her to play with you when she's done. Afterword you are going to act like a gentleman . Do. You. Understand. Me. He said his sface inches from the boys.
The boy nodded his head so fast it looked like it fall of. Standing up Tyrian put up a cheerful looking demeanor. "Glad we understand each other champ." He said patting the youths head. Said youth gave a nervous chuckle with an equally nervous looking smile. Turning around and going back to sit niece to his niece who was devouring her frozen treat. Reaching in and grabbing a plastic container he lifted them out of the bag and smiled when he saw the flavor. ' Cheeky son of a bitch.' He though as he stared at the flavor before opening the lid and taking a scoop.
Tangerine
Authors note
Alright this seems random. Okay let me explain something I've finally got into RWBY ,after 5 years since my friend recommended it, and I Gotta say I like it despite it's flaws. Though there is one I keep constantly asking myself ,and that is how did the big bads followers even meet them. Like what's their backstory? What pushed them from A to B? So I decided if we don't know then I'll make one.
Now don't worry this will be a three to four shot not some long story. If that makes you feel better.
With that outta the way. Thank you for reading the scorpions loyalty .
HELL YE GOT OFF MY LAZY ASS AND WROTE SOME SHIT. NOT JUST SOME SHIT FOUR WHOLE THINS ON ONE DAY. That said probably shouldn't have waited so long...ye. Still updated everything ,well except the puppet story..., and even trying to branch into another fandom. It won't be long don't worry. Not just the new fandom even redoing the first story on this site.
Things are coming up. No promises on the next update ,so I hope you enjoy...one of these updates. I've gotta finish the coffee from this spaghetti jar...what don't judge me.