'Hey' -is the voices of the swords

"Hey" -is dialogue (obviously)

Hey -is thoughts

When I was a young boy, my father used to tell me stories. They were stories about greed, some of sacrifice. One day, he told me a special story.

"Lieutenant!" The grunts snapped to attention as I walked past. I waved them off as I entered the tent. Inside, Adam was planning our latest endeavour. A schnee cargo train was passing through the area, and we sure as hell needed as much dust as possible.

"So how's the master plan coming along Adam?" I asked sarcastically. If I were any other person, I would be dead, but Adam just turned around and smiled. "It would be going much better if my number one strategist was helping me". I feigned surprise, "What, me? Apparently somebody wanted me to go on a little scouting excursion deep in the forest", I said, smirking. "Anyway, who did 'ya choose for the raid?" I asked. He shook his head at my antics, a light smile gracing his face. "It'll just be Blake and I; we'll steal as much as we can, then get off". He paused. "Anyway, shouldn't you be heading off soon? The semester starts in a week, and you deserve a little break before going back". "You had to remind me" I groaned. I had to be in Vale before the week was done if I wanted to catch the airship back to Beacon, where no doubt more racists would be accepted in. Sometimes I wonder if Ozpin even bothered to check their character or just accepted people based on results.

"Well then, if you're so keen to be rid of me, I'll be taking my leave" I feigned a hurt expression as I walked towards the tent entrance. Just before leaving, I turned to face Adam. "I'll be sending reports in every month, so you better not die during this raid" I joked, despite my sombre words.

"Don't worry about it, I'll be careful. When haven't I?" He scoffed. "You better be careful too. The road to vale is treacherous, and you know how many humans would be happy to put a lone Faunus in the ground, even in town" He took a serious tone. "Well they can die trying. Thanks for the concern though" I responded, before letting my voice take a mocking tone. "But you can always call on me if things get too dangerous for the little bull to handle" I teased him. He scowled at me. "Sometimes I wonder why I even work with you Rayes Aeron," He paused, cracking a smile before continuing "Good travels to you, and may he guide your path". "As he shall guide our path to victory" I completed, smiling warmly at him, before turning around and walking out of the tent, my hand raised in farewell. Outside, the guards had already left, probably to stuff their mouths with food. I took a deep breath after leaving the tent, taking my time to exhale. I had a long journey ahead of me, and while I knew I could find my own necessities, I would rather stock up here before moving on. I made my way to a rather crowded mess hall, waved off a few grunts trying to kiss up to me, and collected a few supplies.

Weirdly enough, someone decided to put a full-body mirror at the exit of the mess hall. I would have given them a severe dressing down if I had time, but hell, I had time off for school, so that was Adam's job now, I thought as I smiled wickedly. I took sometime staring at my reflection, unnerved at how a simple Grimm mask could change someone's appearance.

I had pitch black hair, with two pointed stark white wolf ears resting in the jumble that was my hair. While they were normally hidden by my fedora, they were free to breathe in the camp. I would only wear the fedora during missions and at school, as they had almost gotten me discovered on more than one covert mission. My face was obscured by the mask that I had designed along with Adam when we were still rising through the ranks. I was wearing a simple grey shirt with black pants, having left my usual cloak at my apartment in Vale, along with Wolf's Kiss, my modified rifle, and my pistol which could endure conditions from sub-zero in some parts of Atlas to the scorching sands of Vacuo. The only thing that anyone could trace back to me was two plain, grey, sheathes at my side, of which only one had a standard sword. While I missed using my normal weapons, I could not afford to be recognised as a White Fang member while at Beacon, much less an officer.

I left the mess hall, walked over to the armoury, and turned in the sword. The Quartermaster looked at me strangely. "Aren't you going to hand in the sheath as well?"

"Well aren't you an observant one" I mutter under my breath, before staring straight into her eyes. She shrunk from under my gaze. "Is someone going to fight with a sheath?" She shook her head vigorously. "Then why would they need a sheath" I stated coldly. "The only place they need to keep the sword is in a racist's body." And with that, I walked away. I could hear her colleagues comforting her behind me. Probably spreading rumours about me and telling her of what I can do. There were too many new recruits, all so eager but none so willing to fight for their equality, ready to run at the first sign of opposition. I shook my head as I walked out of the camp, making sure I was far away enough before removing my mask and using my semblance to store it, taking out my sabre and storing it in my right sheath.

I took a few more steps before I sensed a few auras ahead of me. I darted up a tree and silently observed them. There were three of them. Humans. Even with my enhanced vision and smell, I could barely make out their position, and all I could tell from their auras were the colours they most likely wore: Green, Grey, and what seemed to be dull orange.

Well, I thought, if there's only three of them, Adam should be able to handle them. I dropped down from my position on the tree and continued on my merry way. It was only a few Kilometres to Vale. A few Hundred that is. Can't wait for the countless highwaymen and Grimm I would no doubt encounter. At least it would give me a chance to refine my Swordsmanship.

'Hey! We should try hunting for some Ursas! I heard they're really tender during this time of year', a voice enthusiastically suggested in my head. Before I could reply, another voice piped up. 'If you had even the slightest bit of intelligence, you would know that they disappear shortly after their killed" it said coldly. "Oh shut it you two," I said before the first voice replied. "We have a long way to go, and I'd rather be thinking of useful things instead of having my mind filled with bickering from you two".

'Yeah, that's right frosty!' And like that, a countless stream of insults were being thrown back and forth between the two. I had to be the unluckiest person on Remnant to be able to forge weapons with an attitude. I sighed. It was going to be a long week.

Hello there! While this is my first story, I recommend you go hard on me in the reviews, gotta learn to fix mistakes fast! Anyway, our protagonist (I guess?) is Rayes Aeron, A wolf Faunus in his 3rd year of Beacon, while also being a White fang Lieutenant. Be sure to let me know about any Areas for improvement!

P.S: Updates may not be regular as I have National exams coming up . but I'll try my best!