I was listening to the song Beaches of Cheyenne by Garth Brooks when this idea popped into my head. It gets really sad near the end, which I didn't intend, but, that's just how it goes, sometimes. I own nothing, neither RWBY, which is property of Rooster Teeth, nor the song that inspired this story. Only the oc Blane is my own. Positive reviews are appreciated, flames will be ignored. By me. I can't vouch for my sentient T-1000, however.
A group of young Faunus were seated around a campfire in the forest of Menagerie, trading ghost stories. One boy leaned forward and said, "I heard a story that you're not going to believe. Apparently, if you go down to the beach on moonless nights, you'll find a woman's footprints in the sand. They say that her partner accepted a hunt that had killed every other hunter and huntress that accepted it. It's told that you could hear their fight all across Menagerie. Apparently, she told her partner, 'I don't care if you never come back from Vacuo,'. A few days later, news came that her partner died on the hunt, and she simply walked out onto the beach on that moonless night, walked into the water, and disappeared. The next day workers appeared to repair their home, patching holes and replacing a window. Her partner's things that were left were shipped to her dad in Patch. Ever since, her footprints appear on the beach on moonless nights."
"Whoa," the others whispered in awe, and just a little bit of fright. Just then, a giant bear of a man appeared, sat amongst the youngsters and said, "That story is completely true. The woman in question was my daughter, Blake. And she did, indeed, walk into the ocean when her wife died on that hunt. As for the footprints…" he shrugged. "Probably just someone's imagination." Looking up, he said, "It's late. You should all be getting home." When he and the young storyteller were the only one's left, he asked, "How are you doing?" The young man's golden ears sagged, sadly. "I miss my moms." The older man sighed. "I know, Blane, so do I. So do I. We should get home, too." Wrapping a powerful but gentle arm around the younger Faunus' shoulders, he said, "Your mothers would be proud of you."
"Thanks, grandpa Ghira." He looked down, one half of Ember Celica clasped to his left wrist and Gambol Shroud strapped to his waist.