S Trailer- Warrior Pacifist
Being a faunus in Vale has never been easy. As I walked down the streets, I could feel the sideways glances I got as people walked by me, probably staring at the scales on my face and neck. Mistral wasn't like this. Maybe it's because of their appreciation for the arts, but the people in Mistral were always more accepting of faunus, and other people in general. The fall air was crisp, the wind blowing my hair behind me as I walked. I tried my best to shake off the chill, but the long-sleeved shirt I was wearing did nothing to help, nor did my jeans. I made my way into a nearby café. I ordered a coffee and sat at the table, taking my time enjoying the drink, letting it warm me up as I relaxed.
I was at the café for about an hour, looking out the window and listening to music, watching videos on the internet, usual teenager stuff. By the time I left, the sun was setting. As I made my way home, I passed by an old alleyway. Under normal circumstances, I would've paid it no mind. But something caught my eye. As I ventured deeper into the alley, I saw what was going on. Surrounding a young faunus boy were four grown men, eagerly beating the boy into submission. I approached them, unclipping my hooked nunchucks from my belt. I was furious. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" I yelled. They turned to look at me. "Look at that boys, it's another one," one of the men said. Another one spoke up. "You two take care of the girl. We'll finish up with the little bastard."
Two of the men started to approach me. Taking a moment to use my semblance, I created a barrier around the young faunus. Refocusing my attention to the two who were coming towards me, I got into my battle stance. One of the two jabbed at me. I ducked under his punch, hooking him with my weapon in the process. I spun, using my momentum to fling him at the other man, making them crash into the wall. One of them got up. The other seemed to have been knocked out. The man who was still active came at me again, this time going for a kick. I hooked his leg and flipped him into a nearby dumpster. The two who had been trying to break the barrier around the boy then focused their attention to me. These two were a bit smarter, attacking in tandem with each other. I dodged their attacks, sweeping their legs out from under them. I kicked one of them in the head, knocking him out. The other managed to get up. I whacked him with the nunchuck side of my weapon, making him crumple to the ground.
After checking to make sure that they were all unconscious, I undid the barrier on the child. I knelt in from of him, making eye contact with the young faunus. He was crying. One of his eyes was swollen shut, his nose was bleeding, and he was probably hurt in other places. He appeared to be a fox faunus. "Are you okay?" I asked him. His ears twitched nervously. He didn't want to look me in the eye. After a few moments, he responded. "…y-yeah… I'm fine," he said. I could tell that he wasn't. He was scared. Probably in shock too. I wouldn't be surprised if he had some broken bones either. I took him by the hand. "Where do you live? I'll make sure you get home safely," I told him.
When we got to his house, his mom was outside, talking to the police. She saw the kid and rushed him, crushing him in a hug. She clearly wasn't a faunus. I wasn't expecting to be there so long. The police wanted me to stay for questioning, and the boy's mother wanted me to stay for dinner. I respectfully declined. I had to get home to my own parents. I was already going to be scolded for being out later than usual.
After having some meatloaf forced onto me, (which admittedly, was really good), I made my way home. It was nice to see that it was a mixed-race family. Considering everything the White Fang is doing these days, I'm not surprised that interspecies marriages are down. It was good to see that some people don't let that bother them. When I made it home, my parents were less than happy. You know, the whole "Sierra Guardsing, how dare you come home this late" and all that. Not necessarily mad, once I explained what happened. But definitely worried. I went upstairs to my room and got ready to go to sleep. As I laid in my bed, I looked out the nearby window. Beacon tower could be seen over the city's skyline. School there was going to start soon. As I drifted to sleep, only one thought drifted through my head.
'Soon…'
AN: Sweet lord this chapter was a bitch to write. I hope you guys enjoyed these four little trailers. Next chapter is going to be the beginning of the main story. Yippee!
Anyway, here's Sierra's description.
Sierra- Long black hair with gold streaks, basic leather armor sewn into a pair of well-worn jeans, and a blue long-sleeved shirt. Toned muscles and abs. Pretty, but isn't sought after. She is half faunus, with blue scales adorning her face and neck. The scales are not intrusive.
