Fenrir Introduction
It was a bright and sunny day in this part of Remnant. Fenrir's face was assaulted by light as he drove through pockets of light and shadow created by the trees. The road was gravel, but it wasn't extremely bumpy. His friend was sitting in the passenger seat, asleep. He was driving to the nearest airfield to board a ship headed to Beacon. Since the closest one was far away they had left super early. Marc was the first person he asked to borrow their car for the ride; his uncle had left for a mission last week and hadn't returned yet. Fenrir would drive to the airfield and Marc would drive back home. Not surprisingly, he was still sound asleep and shifted from his left side to his right. There were times in class where not even the teacher yelling would wake him up. However, Fenrir knew the one word that would wake him up no matter how deep into sleep he was. They were going down a side road, one that looked like it was rarely driven on. As he came upon an intersection he saw someone by the stop sign urgently waving him down.
He elbowed Marc and said. "Tacos."
Marc shot up like a bullet and answered like he always did. "Where?" He said it with a tired excitement, his droopy eyes looking at Fenrir. He nodded in the direction of the person and Marc immediately started to visibly wake up, losing his post-slumber lethargy. As they got closer to the person they started running towards them, almost at a sprint. Fenrir stopped the car and checked his weapons to make sure they were good to go if anything went wrong. "You aren't going to have to use those, are you?" Marc asked him, a hint of worry in his voice.
Fenrir shrugged. "Who knows…well, someone might, I'm sure there's an equation on the-"
"Shut up man." He interrupted.
With that, they stepped out of the car and approached the person. It was a male of about the same age as them, wearing a green outfit almost resembling leaves. When he got closer Fenrir saw that his eyes were gold and could see ears being folded down by the hood, but just barely. He was a fox Faunus, and was almost good at hiding it. "You! Are you guys- do you have?!" He stumbled over his own tongue as he tried to talk. Whatever it was he was trying to get at it, must've been serious.
"Calm down bro." Marc said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Luckily the Faunus listened and took a breath before going into it.
"I was walking with my friend and a car drove by us. They hollered at us as they did, they're these assholes from our school and they heckle us all the time so we just ignored them. When they got to the intersection this huge Beowolf just came out of the brush at full speed, right at them. It happened so fast, we couldn't warn them." He turned and pointed at a spot in the brush that had a sizeable hole in it. "It threw them in there. My friend, he wants to become a hunter, he went after them. He told me to stay out here in case anyone came by."
"How long ago did this happen?" Fenrir asked gently.
The Faunus frowned. "Uh, maybe two minutes ago?"
Fenrir looked to Marc. "You've got your knife?" He patted his side and nodded, his eyes fully aware and hard as steel. Fenrir looked to the Faunus. "I'm going to go after them. My friend here, Marc, he's going to look after you. If anything starts up, you follow his orders, got it?" He nodded. "Alright, I'm off." He went into a full sprint and reached the gaping hole in seconds. He sniffed the air, checking for a possible trap. The coast was clear and he walked in.
No matter how strong or how fast a Beowolf could go, the car wouldn't have made it far in here. The trees were plentiful and looked hard as nails. Fenrir followed the trail of broken trees and came upon the wreck. It was mostly intact and there wasn't a fire. Both things were good. What wasn't good was the lack of people, or a Beowolf. Before he could smell the air he heard a tapping from the car. He looked down and saw someone looking up at him. Fenrir knelt down and looked at them, hoping they would notice his inquisitive gaze. The person pointed off to Fenrir's right and then waved for him to run over there. Not needing to be told twice he ran immediately. There were prints in the ground and he followed them to a clearing. There was a lone body, tracks all around it. It was undoubtedly the Faunus's friend. He found the car, he found the friend, the only thing missing was the Beowolf. Fenrir sniffed and managed to locate the Beowolf. It was in the trees, right above the body. It set a trap, which was bad news for him. That meant it was smart, and most likely very dangerous. The fight would have to be quick, or else he wouldn't get to live through it. He took a calming breath and then jumped towards the body.
Fenrir scooped it up with him as he barreled along. The Beowolf let out a snort of anger and dropped down from the trees. For the first time in his life, Fenrir hated that he was right. The Beowolf was taller than him by what looked like two feet, its claws were sharp and there were protrusions all along its body. This was most definitely an alpha. He wondered if he would get any extra credit at Beacon for killing a Grimm as strong as this before even starting his first semester. The Beowolf's eyes were a bright crimson and studied over Fenrir. "You like what you see?" he asked it. It seemed to smile and let out a huff that could have been a laugh. It caught him off guard, which was what the Grimm was aiming for because at that moment in lunged at him.
The claws were aimed at his head, it wanted to end this fast. It must've seen him as a real threat. Fenrir barely ducked under them. He used his Semblance to gain momentum as he spun and slammed his fist into the Beowolf's stomach. It flew back, but landed on its feet. It let out a growl of frustration and hit the ground. The Grimm lifted its head just in time for Fenrir's foot to knock it higher up, sending a sickening cracking sound through the air. Fenrir brought out his claws and slashed the Beowolf's chest three times before it threw a blind punch at him. It caught him in the chest and sent him back. He landed on his feet and did a backflip to throw off any remaining momentum and landed in a crouch, his arms bent and his claws within his peripheral vision. Considering the damage dealt to each of them, the first round was a tie, and they both knew it. Following Fenrir's example, the Grimm dropped to a more defensive stance. It must've fought hunters before, but whether it had won or run away he could not say for sure. They stared at each other until Fenrir made the first move and initiated round two. He put his right foot behind him and brought out his guns, Artemis and Apollo. He straightened his left arm and fired with Artemis, the Beowolf flinched as the rain of bullets buffeted it. Fenrir took the opportunity and launched himself at it, throwing a wicked uppercut with his right arm. The hit caught the Grimm right under its chin and disoriented it even further. With his left arm he let off a short burst of fire into its throat before jumping up and landing a vicious slash with his right claws across the Grimm's face. He then launched himself to his right and opened fire with both guns when he landed, all the rounds hitting its left leg. Under the combined fire, the Beowolf's leg gave out and it collapsed to the ground. Fenrir ran to it and punted its head, sending it on its back. He jumped on top of it and aimed at its throat. He continued firing until the Beowolf finally stopped moving. For good measure he stomped on the Grimm's head and was satisfied when it snapped off.
The bushes behind him moved and he whipped his arms around to them. It was just the person from the car. Upon seeing the guns pointed at him he slipped and fell. "Whoa! I'm not a threat don't shoot!"
Fenrir let out a chuckle. "I know you aren't," He lowered his arms and shifted Artemis and Apollo back up into their holsters on his forearms. "Just don't walk into an area that is or recently was occupied by a fight, it's a good way to get yourself killed." He made his way over to him and held out his hand with a friendly smile on his face. "Consider that advice free of charge."
The man didn't take his offer for help, he just stared at the hand in front of him. "You're a…?" He said under his breath.
It was then that Fenrir remembered he hadn't retracted his claws. He did so and then frowned at him. "A Faunus?" The man nodded and he sighed. "Yes, and I also just saved your life, so get up or get lost." After a few seconds passed he took his hand and was up. "Go make sure your buddies are okay."
"They are." He replied. He went over to the Beowolf with a shocked look on his face. "How the hell did you kill it?" He asked Fenrir.
Fenrir was standing over the Faunus's friend. "I'm going to Beacon to become a hunter. I've studied Grimm. This, however, was my first alpha. It underestimated me and I got lucky in that regard." The friend seemed to still be alive, only knocked out. The Beowolf really was smart, and held a tremendous amount of self-control. Creating bait to draw in and kill more powerful prey so it could easily have at the bystanders, it was scary that something so evil could be so intelligent. That was why he was doing what he was doing, to make life easier for everyone else. He picked up the friend and slung him over his right shoulder. When he turned he saw that the man was still gawking at the Beowolf's body. "It's not going to come back to life, let's go out to the others." He nodded and they made their way out and back to the road.
They must've been closer to the town than Fenrir expected because there was already a police vehicle at the intersection and two more were flying down the road. The Faunus ran over with an officer as Fenrir emerged from the brush. After Fenrir had gotten the Faunus off him he explained everything he could to the officers. An ambulance arrived and the team was checking everyone to make sure they were alright. Fenrir refused to be checked and went back over to Marc, who was sitting in his car. When he was in the car he noticed that Marc was smiling at him. "What is it" He asked him.
"Certified or not, this was the first thing you did as a hunter that impacted peoples' lives, and you're still as cool as a cucumber." He remarked. "You're not making any demands, you're not waiting around for a reward. You're just…being a hunter."
Fenrir frowned at him. "It's a hunter's job to protect people. The best reward you can receive is the thanks of those you help."
Marc. Sat up. "And are you satisfied with them being happy?" Fenrir nodded and Marc smile even wider. "Then you're a hunter already."
They waited until everything was sorted out and then continued towards the town. It didn't take long for them to reach it and they happened upon the airfield within minutes. Mac said his goodbyes and then started back for home. Fenrir bought a snack after he had gone through security and started to read as he waited for his airship. He was only a few pages in when a female voice spoke to him with a hint of fear. "Has the two-o-clock for Beacon left yet?" He put down his book and saw the lady who had talked to him. She had brown hair and looked to be just shorter than him. She had a brown jacket on and was wearing white pants. He shook his head and she sighed with relief, sitting herself across from him.
"You want to become a huntress?" It took a few seconds for her to look back at him. When she realized the question was pointed at her she paled and then ran off. Fenrir blinked, his mouth hanging open. "What?" After a few moments he gave up and went back to reading his book, praying to Oum that not everyone he came across would be as unwilling to talk as she was. He liked times when he was alone, but he did need to find a team. And a few friends wouldn't hurt either.
A/N
Beowulf hunt! I wrote this, as well as the next chapter without knowing how to correctly spell Beowolf. I've already gone through and fixed as many as I could find, but there may still be some. If you see one please inform me. The same goes for any spelling errors. Merci beaucoup!
