MerendinoEmiliano:So, before I answer what the character's ages are, i have to establish that aging slows dramatically for Saxons at around 16. Horsa is roughly 96 years old, with a body of a 23 year old. Dougal and Noryc have the same body-age, but are 104 and 98 respectively. William(Or Wortikur) is a faunus and is 17, almost 18. I hope that clears everything up.

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The air was calm as the night began to usher in a full moon. Horsa watched the docks for the third night this week. Wortikur had returned to the dorms, bringing the cat girl with him. Noryc and Dougal had explained to Horsa their tales of his vicious suppression of the rebellion, as though he cared if the world knew. It was better if the world knew.

The two Fauni who came to the dock every night entered right on schedule. That wasn't a statement of arrogance or thoughtful planning. No, every time Horsa had watch the docks from a different position, he noticed these same two Fauni, one man and one woman, enter the area at roughly nine.

The woman clung to the man's arms, rubbing her head on his shoulder, affectionately. He would lean down and kiss her, affectionately. She would giggle, affectionately. They would walk away, affectionately touching each other in vile places.

Every dock worker and security guard would be fooled. Horsa was even fooled the first night, believing himself to be ill. But the second night shook him from those thoughts. They could act, they could touch, they could fawn, but they could not lie to their own bodies. Not a single emotional scent was released on any of the nights. No love, no annoyance, no disdain or pleasure. Not even lustful, instinctual scents. It was an act.

Horsa stopped his thoughts for a moment. He did need to give credit where it was due. Most of the people of this planet couldn't smell emotion scents. Saxons just had good noses, so the 'couple's' act was impressive, if not outright flawless.

What did surprise Horsa was the scent he was receiving from them. It smelled of charcoal, a very specific blend which Horsa could barely remember. Osti black steel. There was no mistaking the scent.

The cat girl appeared beside him, "Those are white-fang members."

Horsa turned to her to only give a nod.

The cat girl spoke again, " it's kind of, weird that we are the ones together on this little adventure."

Horsa blinked, "Why is that 'weird?'"

The cat girl coughed, "Well, we never really spent anytime with eachother? I was usually silent while you talked to Ruby and Yang. It's….different."

Horsa knew exactly what she meant. Aweful. She hated him, her body betrayed that much. So why not remove any pretenses, "You hate me."

Blake recoiled only slightly, "No I…." She was clearly able to see he knew.

Horsa still kept his eyes on the Faunus couple as they went into their kissing phase. Blake snorted an angry breath, "I am in control of my emotions."

Horsa finally had to remove his eyes as he gazed at the cat faunus, "Why?"

Blake blinked, "Because I have to work with monsters like you!"

Horsa smiled a fierce grin, "Clear the air. We were given emotions for a reason. Use them, tell me everything you hate about a monster like me?"

Blake sighed an angry breath, "What you did, what you ordered, was a crime against all decency."

Horsa returned to the couple, "We are indecent people. What's your point?"

Blake snarled, "Alright, why did you kill thousands of innocent Faunus? I want to understand how your people can commit such atrocities, and still sleep happily at night?"

Horsa chuckled as the Faunus couple started to grope. He found both situations comical. Horsa smiled, "Atrocity, that is a funny word. It was created by weak men who wanted the strong to restrain themselves. You should have figured out that we Saxons don't restrain ourselves. The reason we can commit such 'atrocities' is because the word doesn't exist."

Blake was ready to retort, but was stopped when Horsa raised his hand, "We need to gather the others, they will attack tomorrow."

Blake looked over to see the Faunus couple walking away, still groping each other. "What makes you say that?"

Horsa blinked, scrunching his face, "I can't say for certain, but they would have all of the information they need. They've examined the area plenty."

Blake nodded, feeling kind of stupid for needing to ask, "I guess we can go back and try to get enough sleep for the test tomorrow."

Horsa tensed up, "A test?"

Blake nodded, "We have a final in Port's class."

Horsa groaned, "This angers me."

Blake began to walk back, "Maybe you should have actually studied instead of relying on brawn to get where you are now. Or do you not have the word 'study' in your language either?"

Horsa growled as they made their way back.

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Noryc yawned at the sight of his chief walking around explaining the situation. Horsa continued to explain, "They would have all of the information they need from the scouts. If the White Fang waited any longer, they would run the risk of re-enforcements or changes."

Yang spoke up from her bed, "But aren't we the re-enforcements that the White Fang would be afraid of?"

Horsa nodded, " Yes, but they don't know about us yet."

Ruby, the adorable, innocent little flower spoke up, "Shouldn't we call the police? This is kind of their job."

Noryc would have been annoyed if her innocence wasn't so hilarious. Even with all of his strength, Noryc struggled to control the laughter building inside of him.

Horsa didn't seem amused, "That would be good, but why would they believe us? Besides, your police are so pathetic, they barely handle the coffee they drink, much less a rebel army."

Wiess raised her hand, "I could deliver it on good authority. I am a Schnee after all."

Wortikur spoke up, "He already explained that the police aren't ready for that kind of combat."

Horsa nodded at Wortikur, "Besides, I haven't killed anyone in a while. I have a chance to show the world how vicious I can be."

Blake, the cat Faunus, looked at Wortikur with such a worry in her eyes. It made Noryc feel an urge to goad Wortikur. Was she his mother all of the sudden? "Are you going to be ok?"

Wortikur snarled, as though he understood what she was asking, "I am Saxon, I will win this fight. Will you?" His hands were shuddering a little, but a small, tiny sliver of respect emerged in Noryc's heart. The boy finally knew what he wanted.

Wiess seemed confused, "Did I miss something?"

Dougal asked something that Noryc had felt in the back of his mind, "Something troubles you Horsa, tell us?"

Horsa frowned, and sighed a frustrated breath, "I smelt something while I was scouting."

Noryc stood up from his crisscross position, "Seriously?"

Horsa nodded, speaking in their native tongue, "I smelled Osti black steel on them."

Dougal leaned in, "Do you believe they have hired Osti warriors."

Horsa remained silent for a moment before nodding in agreement, "That is it. Osti are probably serving as mercenaries. Good training."

Dougal flashed a thumb up on his right hand before rolling up in his bed.

Horsa went to bed, feeling a strange nagging in his mind.

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Wortikur crept forward through the alley way. Horsa was in front of him as the moon was high in the sky. Horsa raised a fist, the leather producing a squeak from the tightness. Horsa then looked over across the dock. A small flash of light indicated Dougal's position, and where he was, Noryc was aswell.

Wortikur surveyed the buildings to their sides. No windows, so no detection. Horsa wanted the most shock value, and the faunus couldn't blame him. A deep anger stirred with him. Dougal couldn't explain it. He wanted to gut every one of the White Fang. He didn't hate Horsa for his past, but he hated the White Fang.

"Wortikur." Horsa growled, jarring him out of his thoughts, "Are you able to fight?"

Wortikur nodded, he felt his tail bristle down. He had really gotten worked up.

Horsa nodded back, "Good." He then flashed a light to another alley way between them and Dougal.

Several flashes came back. Horsa recoiled before looking back at Wortikur with a confused look. He signaled them again.

A three flashes. They were ready. Wortikur did have to remind himself that team RWBY hadn't been a team very long. Horsa approached the dock area, looking down at the ships. There were figures, but something was off.

Wortikur asked Horsa, "Do you think they've tak-"

He was cut off by Horsa climbing over the guard rail and charging the boat. Wortikur looked up to see Noryc and Dougal doing the same. He followed suite.

The masked faunus only had time to turn around before have a spear shoved into his lung, followed by a blade to his throat. Dougal disappeared, or so it seemed until Wortikur saw the barrel of the Anti-Material Rifle sticking out of a watch tower.

Noryc crossed the plank and slammed his Axe into a white fang member. Wortikur ran up to Horsa and they crossed onto the boat together.

Wortikur and Noryc stood watch while Horsa signaled team RWBY.

Ruby appeared right beside Horsa that instant, a cloud of rose petals dropping around them, "Did you have to kill them?" She asked miserably.

Horsa snorted, "Yes."

Ruby opened her mouth to ask for an explanation, but then closed it. Wortikur smiled. She was starting to understand that Saxon's weren't heroes. They were warriors.

Wortikur's thoughts were cut off as a shout rang out, "Intruders!"

The white fang burst through one of the doors on the ship, five of them, But then, four tall men walked through the door, wielding very distinct blades, falxes. They had black steel armor on, it bristled with edges, all the way up to their eagle helmets.

Horsa called out to team RWBY, grinning, "You handle the little ones, We get the Osti."

Ruby only had time to turn her head before Horsa ran after the first blonde and black haired Osti warrior. The Wortikur followed suite, charging at the Osti to the right of the first one, firing ice dust bullets at him.

The Osti raised his Falx over his head, forcing Wortikur to raise his shield over his head. The impact of the Falx pierces the shield, cutting into Wortikur's arm. He yelped in pain, before thrusting forward his sword. It pushed into the armor, but didn't puncture deep enough.

Horsa had tripped his Osti opponent, and was going on the ground, wrestling with him.

Team RWBY had dealt with the Faunus, and Noryc had dealt with his Osti, at the cost of a gash in his side.

Wortikur charged the Falx-Warrior, knocking him off his feet. The Osti still held onto his Falx, but when Wortikur tried to jump on his opponent, it was foot that repelled him.

The Osti rose, as Wortikur recovered his breath while on the ground. The warrior laughed, "You are a strong one, shame you chose the wrong masters." He approached, correcting his stance to hold the Falx correctly. He was an Oathsworn, an elite Osti warrior, probably old enough to be from the first invasion.

Wortikur undid the straps on his shield as the warrior drew close. Wortikur reached. Lower, Lower! His hand touched his boot.

The Oathsworn stood over him, "The time of the Saxon's is coming to an end. Such a pity to waste a good man." The Warrior raised the Falx over Wortikur's head.

Wortikur acted with his remaining strength, pulling the Seax from his boot, and stabbing at the leg, preparing to roll. The Osti kicked the blade, before looking to say something, only to be cut off by a sword cutting into his loin, a small weak point in the armor.

Wortikur then took his left hand and reached behind his back as the warrior began to crumple, grabbing the seax and stabbing the Oathsworn below the chin. The Oathsworn had a shocked expression on his face, that he had been bested by a slave, but Horsa had taught Wortikur that over confidence was deadlier than any blade.

Wortikur then fell on his back, sore from the kicks and cut in his arm. A shadow loomed over him, the other Osti. Wortikur scrambled only for a loud explosion to be heard, and a puff of flame exploded against the Osti. Then solid shot pierced the Osti's chest, a shocked face freezing as his heart froze from the inside out.

Dougal called out, "What are you doing!"

Wortikur shook himself. Time of the Saxons, over? He didn't like the way the warrior had worded that. He noticed the Horsa had the last Osti on the ground. Horsa had his Seax over the Osti's neck, who was defending by using both arms to holdup Horsa's seax arm.

Horsa took his other hand, and pressed down, the Osti's arms quivering.

Team RWBY watched, horrified by the what they saw.

Yang called out, "Horsa that's enough."

Horsa raised a fist and slammed it down on his arm, right as Wortikur called out, "STOP!"

The blade pushed past the Osti's defenses, into his throat. A horrified, scared expression took over the young Osti's face as he slowly drowned in his own blood.

Horsa rolled off.

Horsa shook himself before smiling, "I killed him good, didn't I?"

RWBY all looked horrified at Horsa. Wortikur couldn't blame them. He had been ferocious, vicious. They weren't used to death, and most certainly not in a personal way.

Horsa looked at Wortikur, " You told me to stop, why?"

Wortikur gulped before sighing, "I'll tell you after we get healed up."

Wortikur licked the gash in his arm, cleaning the blood up.

Horsa also had a few cuts on his arms and chest. Wortikur watched to see the cool way the Saxons healed. Horsa licked his arm, and the saliva began to fizzle, bubbling up to create a sort of coating around the wound.

RWBY turned around, disgusted and walked away, Ruby muttering "Ew Gross."

Wortikur notice Dougal's smile.

Noryc turned to his Christian friend, "Thanks for keeping the bullets off me."

Dougal held out a fist, "Try to be faster next time, I can use my semblance for so long."

Noryc shrugged, "You'll do fine next time."

The two of them laughed. Worikur was happy, every one was getting back to normal. But the words of the Osti still rang in his head. The time of the Saxons is coming to an end.

What ever was coming, it wasn't going to be small scale.

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So, that's the last chapter. I am terribly sorry for it's delay, I just had a lot of stuff come up, with varying impacts on my life.

So as an apology, here is the roughly 750 word epilogue

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The boy shivered as the orange around him rose. Where was father, mother.

He looked around, bodies bleeding, crushed and torn. All so damaged they were barely recognizable.

Hands grabbed him, pulling him into the house. Their house, the only house that wasn't burned down..yet.

"Sh-sh-sh" His mother said, covering his mouth. The boy didn't know what was going on.

A cry went out, fiercely Nordic, "Come now, give me a challenge."

The boy heard a cry. A voice he knew all too well. His mother pushed him into the wooden closet. There he looked through the crack of the wooden wall, to see it. The Large Saxon, walking upon the burning rubble. This Saxon wore a facemask along his helmet, but his chest was completely exposed. In front of the house, stood the boy's father, a fierce bull Faunus, armed with two curve swords.

The Saxon laughed, "You think you are strong?"

The boy's father charged, only for the Saxon's hand to thrust through the flurry of attacks, grabbing the bull Faunus' face.

The Saxon's laugh turned into a growl, "You live a lie, believing you are so strong. You are weak."

Muffled, struggling cries were heard from the father, as his horned began to bend, and the thumb of the Saxon pressed into the forehead.

The Boy was quivering, shaking from what he saw. His father swung his swords, stabbing a slashing the Saxon's neck. The Saxon flinched as blood poured from his trachea, only for the cuts to close almost instantly, the Saxon laughing, "Ah, you do have some fight in you. Perhaps you are a father?" The pressure resumed on the skull, "Perhaps you are fighting to protect them. You have my respect, to be there for your family. Even if it is in vain."

A sudden snap caused the skull to explode, flinging bits of matter everywhere. The boy cried out, before covering his mouth. The Saxon turned to the direction, before he seemed to vanish. Almost immediately a crash was heard, and light pierced the door cracks of the closet, and a cry was heard from his mother.

The Saxon gloated, "I killed your husband first, so as to honor the natural way of death, you are next."

A crash was heard as a pan struck metal, followed by gruggling and a snap. The faunus boy didn't need to see what had happened. He simply curled up rocking himself back and forth. The Door seemed to explode as the towering Saxon stood over him. The boy sniffled and shook, but he couldn't run, he couldn't fight, and he couldn't hide.

The Saxon seemed to crouch in a split second, "Are you afraid, child?"

The boy couldn't answer. He felt wetness growing in his pants.

The Saxon asked, "Are you angry, that I killed your family?"

The boy looked up, horrified.

The Saxon continued, "That pain will make you stronger. I know. So don't be afraid, you will live. I want one thing from you." The Saxon pulled on the straps of his mask, "Tell the world of the horrors you have seen. After all, nothing matters if no one lives to tell the tale." The face mask fell, revealing the face of the monster-

Adam bolted awake. He looked down, to see his trembling hands.

"Adam sir." The White Fang peon asked, "Mistress Siena seeks your attention."

Adam nodded, his heart still racing. That horrid memory still reeked in his mind.

He walked down the hallways, to the throne room. Could he face that demon? Would he ever get the chance? Did he want that chance?

He shook his thoughts, and opened the throne room.

"ADAM TAURUS" The Tiger Faunus called out from the throne.

Adam walked in, "You wanted to speak to me?" He then bowed his head.

Siena growled, "Are you aware that your followers attacked a shipping container, and fought with the Saxon White Horse?"

Play dumb Adam shook his head, "No, but I hope they killed him."

Siena softened, "This isn't the same Saxon. But you will be relieved to note that they were, in fact, stopped. After all, if they hadn't been, their commander might have jeopardized any chance at good relations we might have with the Saxon chiefs, and I would have to punish that."

Adam shook his head, "Why do we need the Saxons? They'll just use us like the other nations used to."

Siena's gaze became fierce, "The Saxons have the military capacity to bring the world to its knees. Their greatest king is nothing short of a god if the legends are true."

Adam growled, "NOW WE CONSULT FAIRY TALES! WE NEED REALITY, NOT SOME FANTASY."

Siena snarled, and in a low voice growled, "You want reality, if you cause problems for the White Fang, I will kill you myself. You are dismissed."

Adam walked off, his teeth grit. He had one moment of clarity in this confusion. Things need to change.