The sky was clear and bright, birds sang and a cool breeze blew in from the north. All the world seemed at peace in that moment, serene. Olive in her green overall shorts, fluffy white blouse, and knee high brown boots stood in the clearing, trees lining her round about. The rabbit eared Faunus with bold orange hair took a deep, cleansing breath. She could sense them coming, the grimm and she was more than ready. Beowolves, a whole pack of them, they were coming, dark and vile and hungry.
Olive slipped Swiftwind easily from her back, giving the bow a long, loving caress. This was going to be cake. Large and black the first of them tore through the trees baring down on her as it barreled through the wide clearing. A smile tugging at her lips the Faunus awoke her aura. Looping her fingers through the empty air she felt the familiar and comforting tingle as the drawstring formed where before there was none, a glittering gold arrow materializing in a similar fashion.
Stupid wolves, the girl thought confidently. Then it happened, blitz attack from the left. Olive leaped backwards turning her attention to the new arrival. She could feel the tension of the draw in her pull arm, the muscles in her back and chest taught as she tumbled backwards. She loosed the radiant gold bolt. There was no better feeling that the release, all the tension vanishing in a heartbeat, the breath you hadn't realized you were holding ebbing away, you felt almost weightless as though it were you streaking across the sky.
She hit the ground back first, using the momentum from her jump to carry her, rolling, before launching herself skyward again. Her hands were nimble, quick, and assured in their movements as they danced about the bow expanding the double-edged staff blades. Landing back on her feet she spun the elongated weapon that was a sword on either side of a long joined hilt, to refresh her physical memory. The bow may have been her favorite, but she she loved the swords too.
As the first of her opponents fell to the ground, dead, a hole blasted through it's still sparking chest she turned to face the next. She ran at it as two more came to flank his sides. When the first Beowolf lunged Olive slid to her knees, kicking up dust while bracing one end of her weapon into the earth. The other blade plunged deep into the beast which roared with rage. Hefting the monster into the air she threw it into it's nearest ally, before cutting into the next. Olive was skilled at combat and took on the creatures with ease.
The girl blinked and the forest fell away, the beowolves fading into nothing and she left the fond memory finals behind. The true enemy was far worse than any grimm, and the task far more daunting. Carefully she undid the binding, the stench was overwhelming, watering her eyes and knotting her belly. Olive cautiously lowered the flap and gagged. "Mom, I can't do this, the poop is everywhere!" she shrieked, her baby brother giggling at her innocently. "Besides I'm sure it's against some sort of law to make me do this away way!"
"What's the matter, big bad huntress to be can't handle a little boom, boom?" her mother, Violet, called from the other room, using a cute name for the heinous crime at hand.
"That's another thing," Olive went on shouting across the house. "I'm leaving for Beacon tomorrow I shouldn't have to do this anymore."
There was a brief bout of silence before the blond haired woman poked her head in the room. "All the more reason to make the most of my favorite slave while I've still got her!" she said giving her best villainous cackle before ducking out again.
Muttering to herself Olive began cleaning the offensive mess with a wipe. Then it happened, arching in the air a tiny yellow waterfall began to fall atop Olive's bright orange hair. She screamed shrilly as she fled down the hall leaving the toddler to laugh from the couch. "He peed on me!" she lamented while her mother joined in the laugher as she picked up her youngest having seen the frantic way her daughter had been running.
"Did you wee, wee on sissy?" she cooed before yelling down the hall. "Think of it as a parting gift!"
"Ha, ha mom, very funny!" Olive quipped in return.
The girl who stood fully clothed in the shower, vigorously scrubbing at her scalp was smart. She got good grades and excelled in the one thing she wanted to do with her life more than anything else, and that would be her huntress training. Her mother had disapproved of the idea, disdainful of the thought that her little girl would be one day off fighting evil.
Not that Olive was little, the eldest of six and very well developed for her age the Faunus was a tad headstrong as well. Something both parents swore came from her father's side, which was riddled with huntsmen and huntresses. Her father had encouraged her since childhood to do whatever she wanted, secretly prideful when she declared her passion, having shared the same desires only to have them stolen away in a hate crime during his youth. There were many amputees who battled grimm, but he had been scared in others ways, nonphysical, emotional damage that left him unable to activate his aura.
The way Olive imagined life at Beacon would was a dazzling fairytale. Or it would be if the princesses in such stories were actually good for anything. She had high hopes for herself and her future, little did she realize though, how difficult the transition from living at home to going to such a prestigious academy would be on her.
"What's going on in here?" Red, Olive's father asked from the open bathroom door, briefcase still in hand.
The man's daughter looked at him mournfully as water rained onto the bathroom floor, Olive having neglected the shower curtain. "Denis peed on me!" the girl whimpered squeezing shampoo onto her head.
"It was hilarious!" came his wife's muffled voice from the kitchen causing him to turn.
Red then smiled awkwardly at his daughter, placing his briefcase on the ground so that he could close the door. "Well, uh, have fun sweetheart." he said trying hard not to laugh as she glared at him warningly.
What a send off, Olive stewed as the hot water beat down upon her, first dad has to work all morning, mom has been busy all day and now I'm a walking urinal! After a few minutes her mother appeared with a change of clothes placing them on the counter. After she had dried and changed Olive made for her room when she heard her mother shouting. "Denis, no, put that down... Can someone please help?"
Olive the responsible big sister sighed and went to see what she could do. "Surprise!" he family chorused, surroundedby streamers and balloons.
Olive teared up immediately. "You guys did this for me?" she asked. "You had it all planned this whole time?"
Her mother coming over to embrace her nodded, "Yes, well mostly, Denis did do a bit of improvising which bought us time to get the streamers out of your father's case." she shrugged before shooing the younger children away from the cake. "Come on sweetie, make the first cut." she said motioning to the beowolf shaped pastry. Olive smiled brightly.