Chapter 69: The light on the outside
Another update, with interesting things happening.
The trials of an overlord (Jaune Arc)
It was victory under the pale moonlight, as the bandit camp burned and the bandits looted, those who had been subjugated already led away, the head of the chieftain speared onto one of the walls by Raven herself. It was her show, her act of giving no quarter to those who had been conquered, her eyes looking at him as she quietly strode to the front to give a speech.
"They are now Branwen, as they should! We have proven our strength and they are no more! Let no more mention be of their former name, as they now are Branwen! All grudges are forgiven, all below Branwen are as brother and sister!"
He thought to his sister Rowena and Heather, Heather's expression coming to his mind, Raven getting some applause from the mainstay of her forces. The new entrants to the tribe would be taught the order of things by their longer-serving new allies, since there was little honour amongst bandits and thieves. He could feel the burning in the back of his mind, the power within his body rising.
Every effort that he made to use the Grimm just increased the power that he felt flowing through him, the rush that came with it.
He spotted Kali in the shadows, her eyes observing him, her golden gaze meeting with his own, her tongue flicking over her lips. He watched the people observe him, like they had before, the fear that they felt like an intoxicating blend. The Grimm were under his control and he held on to that control like a lifeline, his eyes closing and his mind bouncing through the Seers that he had created in order to steer the Grimm to their proper place, to ensure that there would be some order within the mindless beasts.
They were lighting up with the force of his will, the domination that he applied to them like a whisper of seductive power in their empty minds. They held no soul, being primal instinct and an order to extinguish humanity, something irreparable within them. No Grimm held a soul, yet the Grimm could be used to enhance the human body, if one crafted it within the easiest medium possible.
A bug, used to ward off the Grimm, or to invade the flesh of one who you wished to control, burrowing into the heart and not letting go of that lifeline, ready to burst in the case of being disturbed, taking the life of the victim with it.
It was the power that he wielded. The power that corrupted and destroyed everything that it touched, the Vitae Tenebris that he wielded, an essence of darkness that did not fade from the mind easily, a soft whisper in his mind of the power that he wielded.
A swarm of Grimm, baying and howling to frighten the people, before they burst through the walls, through the ground and from the skies. Nevermore, swooping down and killing, Creeps bouncing without stopping towards their prey, Beowolves lupine and graceful as they pounced upon their targets. Nevermore that swooped down upon their prey, and he could…
He could relate to them. He could feel that dark urge inside him to destroy, to rip apart and to end the lives of those who were innocent, because the power inside him was not kind or benevolent, it was the Vitae Tenebris.
He could control the Grimm, except for the Elder ones, those who had been given flesh and substance by the God of Darkness, the ones that not even the Grand Witch could control. Her powers were beyond his own, he figured. With her access to the Vitae Tenebris, it would be easier to shape the magic into the Grimm that could be crafted from it, the power and purpose that was given not even considered to be able to be challenged by his own without the Relic as a focus.
The Grimm were easier to manipulate, as the negativity in the air fed his power. The negativity of those emotions were varied, from defeat and despair, to anger and frustration, to tension of other means, as he walked out towards the outskirts of the cleared forest, where the Grimm were waiting for him. Kali was in his shadow, her presence like a clear beacon of hope and comfort for him to enjoy. He was not going to give up so easily as to make no mark on the world, as the task that had been in his mind was gargantuan, requiring people and the strength of will to succeed.
"Are you alright?"
Raven's quiet voice was like a shot in the dark, her presence startling him after a moment, her eyes like a set of red glistening gems in the darkness, her pale skin and similar features to Yang bringing out a strange warmth in his chest.
The Grimm didn't respond to Raven's presence, as his will domineered them, and his hand motioned, the Grimm slowly fading from existence as the Vitae Tenebris in his body swelled. Summer hadn't been present for this attack, having to do something on her own in Mistral, something that hadn't been allowed to be passed up on according to her.
"I don't know."
Kali's arms wrapped around him protectively, her head laid against his shoulder, a quick nuzzle like an overly affectionate cat. There was a coo from her, as her hands gently brushed over him.
"They are ours now. They know the law of the wilds, and there is strength in me."
The expression on Raven's face was darker than before, and he was reminded of Yang, who seemed to be echoing her mother's appearance and her moods. She had been serious, lovely and kind of sexy, and they'd kissed. He'd had sex with her mothers, with Raven being… unusually sweet.
"Is this the right thing? I wonder-"
Raven moved to him, laying a hand on his side, close enough for him to smell the sweat on her body, the blood that clung to her Dust blade, the faint dusting of perfume that had been present, as Raven Branwen stood there, close to him.
"I did the right thing once, Jaune. I abandoned my child, my only daughter…"
Raven's eyes were not as conflicted as before, her tongue flicking back and forth with that hint of deliberation about whether she should continue, her hand stroking over his side, Kali's fingers rubbing up and down. He felt briefly that the negativity in the air thickened, as Raven's eyes looked into his own.
"It wasn't the right thing to do, but it was a choice that I made. I went to be with the tribe, to be the one who was worthy of the name of Branwen, someone who didn't care for the vagaries of fate and sisterhood. Summer… Summer never really forgave me for that, as she took care of my daughter."
A deep sigh from Raven's lips as she slipped away from him, her tired eyes regarding him for a moment that seemed to last longer than the previous, her expression darkening as she licked her lips.
"As sisters we have been through trials, challenges and the darkness of this world, Jaune. I… I wish at times that I was as strong as I have always tried to show myself."
It was a hint of weakness, as Kali seemed to take some enjoyment in it, as Raven looked into his own eyes for a moment.
"But… But you are like the man I thought I had married, long ago. A little spark of warmth in a world of brutal cold evolution, a flame that can pull me from the darkness."
The yearning within her voice, the hope that seemed to wish for it to be true, for him to be the man who could make her feel that heat inside her flare up once more to bless her with the warmth of love. He was a disgusting monster, able to create Grimm who could kill and maim and murder without another desire.
"Just do what you wish, Jaune."
A breeze tussled her hair, as she looked into his eyes, her hand resting on the opening of her dress, as if she wished to pull it open, the sheath of her swords dangling from her side. She looked at him with a challenging look, as if daring him to reach out and pull her dress open, her thigh-highs looking like they'd need a wash afterwards, with the blood and mud caking them.
"Am I lesser than Yang?"
Jaune looked at her with a queer expression, uncertain of what she was talking about, as the dress opened and pale skin was unveiled, a familiar sight due to their lovemaking, her peaky nipples hardening under the coolness of the night. The moonlight gave her features a willowy, pleading expression, her tongue sliding over her lips, a begging expression that wished for nothing but the words to be said that she was better.
'You're her mother.'
He couldn't decide whether Raven was lesser or better, she was Raven and Yang was Yang. He smiled, his hand grabbing her dress, as she froze. He lightly tugged the dress back, covering her up again. Her expression turned almost pouty, as her eyes looked at him accusingly.
"You're her mother, Raven. Yang is very beautiful, but you are beautiful as well."
The words seemed to be the type of sappy stuff that his older sisters liked to read from time to time. Heather had a pocket version of 'Love between two Kingdoms' somewhere in her gear bag, something that she'd never admit to, but the bawdy cover had been spotted before. As much as Heather would like to say that she didn't care about what the world thought of her, she still read the romance novel.
"You fool… When a lady shows you her chest and asks you whether she's less pretty than her daughter, you're supposed to-"
She didn't sound upset, though her words were definitely ones that didn't seem friendly, as her eyes swept over him, Kali's satisfied little hum enough.
"I'm supposed to tell you that I'd want your daughter? Who do you think I am, some bastard who would put his hands on a mother and then go for her daughter when she's old enough?"
Kali started to laugh, and he wasn't quite getting the reason why, as Raven looked at him.
"You would respect her. I… I know you will."
Raven's cheeks seemed to tint a little darker in the pale light of the shattered moon, her eyes sweeping up to meet his own, a dark little sound in Kali's throat making him aware of her presence, still clinging to him in half-shadowed state.
"Oyakodon is not a bad dish to serve, Raven. You should try making it…"
Raven looked like she wished that Kali would spontaneously combust or something, her eyes flaring up, her teeth bared to him for an instant.
"Watch your words, Shadowcat. Our daughters are on the same team."
'Is that some kind of mother and daughter-made dish or something?'
Mistralian culture was weird, and he definitely wasn't sure whether he would wish to burn his fingers on getting the exact specifics, but he mustered a smile.
"Well… If you want to make me some of that, I wouldn't mind giving it a try? I'm sure Yang wouldn't mind spending some time with you."
Raven's cheeks turned bright red and Jaune knew that he had said something awkward and embarrassing by the way that her eyes just seemed to flare up. That look on her face was as beautiful as Yang's, as she looked away.
"Oh… I'm quite certain that Blake would wish for nothing more than to work in the kitchen to prepare some Oyakodon for you, Master Jaune… After all, whatever you wish is my duty to provide."
He was missing context. Raven looked like she wanted to say something, her eyes looking at him for a moment.
"I'll…-"
A sigh, as she seemed to contemplate something.
"Come to my tent with me. You deserve a reward."
Kali made a smug sound as she seemed to have found something in Raven's words, and Jaune wondered whether he had earned something.
An hour later, he was busy with his tongue in her groin, whilst she performed an intricate solo on his manhood, her thighs clenching a little as he worked to pleasure her.
She seemed really into it, and he wondered whether it was the competitive urge within her that had been stoked due to Kali being present. The Faunus woman was in the room as well, her eyes observing the two of them, her actions out of his sight, but he could feel her general location, even as she seemed to have kept herself well-entertained.
'I'm a lucky man… Even if I don't deserve their affection.'
Whitney would want to see him again. The woman had been bold enough to offer herself for his hand in marriage, his father's permission needed, and he still needed to see his mother about that. He worried about that a little, knowing what his father and mother were like. Nothing like Rowena, who always had a listening ear for him and good advice, if she was… if she was okay in the head.
He knew that he shouldn't love her like he did, as he felt Raven's efforts redouble. He focused on doing his job. The soixante-neuf position was about pleasing each other.
Raven just needed more love.
The threat to one's family (Whitney Esmeralda Schnee)
Another day, another request for her to be away from her daughter on trivial business again. She knew that the company needed its CEO, a beacon of light to herald the great proceeds that the Dust company could bring with a Schnee at the helm.
"Weiss, sweetheart?"
Her daughter's eyes watched her, the shadows in the corner stirring with the presence of Kali, golden eyes looking at her with a questioning glint in them, wondering what she was going to do, her face emerging from the shadows, Weiss looking at her questioningly.
'If it can help…'
She needed to let Jaune take a look at her daughter. It was a gamble, but if he had saved her, then he could save her daughter as well. It would not be safe for him, but with the others… they at least had a chance. There was a chance that Weiss could be healed up again so she could walk and defend herself, and that was one that she figured she should take.
"If I… If I called in a favour from a friend, who might be able to heal you… Would you accept it?"
It was worth a shot. If Jaune could heal Weiss, he could make sure that her daughter would be able to move. There was no strength in Weiss right now. Like her, he could give her daughter hope.
"Is it going to hurt?"
A question, as she mustered a smile for her daughter, aware of Kali's prying eyes that didn't go from her, the features of the woman not shifting towards calmness, but rather towards aggression, her fingers twitching a little with those small gestures that meant that she was annoyed. It was amusing, as Whitney's lips pushed themselves into the smile of a mother, rather than smiling like a woman who was about to offer her daughter a devil's bargain.
"It might, my sweet. They… they healed me. When I was hurting, they healed me."
A hopeful expression on Weiss her cute face, the pale hair brushed out of her face, as Weiss let her head fall back onto the pillow, which Whitney fluffed for her. There was trust in those blue eyes, something that made her feel the love from her daughter, a warmth that didn't feel displeasing to her skin.
She was a woman who had held nothing but the love of the young man that was fighting even now, as she motioned for Kali to meet with her with her other hand, out of sight of Weiss, who smiled at her.
"If it can help, if they have a Semblance that would help…"
Whitney nodded, as she held her daughter gently, brushing her hand through her daughter's hair, similar in shade to her own. She didn't want to be parted from her daughter through some cruel fate, through some malady of terror that would sing the dirge of pain for her family.
She had been through so much already, but it would be time to make Weiss get her just reward for being such a brave girl. The screams in the night would need to fade, and Jaune would make that happen with his love and care.
The burning inside her groin was like a flame that had been lit as she plucked her Scroll from the table, joining Kali in the bathroom, pretending like she was going to call a number, and Kali spoke up.
"What are you planning?"
Their voices were muffled by the door, but her daughter's health was the most important to her. If the man who loved her would be able to help her daughter, it would all be worth it. She would treat him like the King that he was, her heart already sold. If he could help.
"You would done the same if it dealt with your daughter, woman. Don't accuse me of wanting to use that power for good. Weiss is suffering, and I don't want her to remain bedridden for longer than she has to. If I had to sell my soul in order to save my daughter, I would."
She had sold her soul and body a long while ago, but it would be the political game of being a widowed woman with three children, invested with the hopes of the upper crust of Atlas nobility that she had assisted in being sprung free from the clutches of the Faunus that had assaulted them.
She held more political power than she'd ever wanted, and it would not be unfair to claim that she was in essence, more of Atlas' power than the General himself, the seat on the council still being something that was held by her father, though he didn't engage in affairs of the council himself, the title still conveying upon her some measure of power.
"It would be reasonable to let her heal. I know your feelings on the subject of your daughter, White…"
Kali was a bright spark within the darkness that she had shrouded herself in, her eyes glinting with the hint of malign darkness. The feelings that they all had around the time that they had received power they had been gifted and which bound them together, were important. Kali could make people feel intense fear, and she was aware of her friend's proclivity to deal with issues before they would arise.
'We are all monsters now.'
Sienna Khan was now someone who served the just cause, able to vent her frustrations without worry, to serve with Kali for the man that they considered their leader, their guiding light. Sienna was not fully on board, but Kali had hinted that Sienna would not double-cross them due to her best friend being Jaune's elder sister… which surprised Whitney.
Sienna had always been stubborn and closed-off, so it was surprising to know that Sienna knew Jaune's sister. Whitney hadn't had the chance to really speak with the woman herself, except feeling that hint of power within the woman's motions. The eldest sister was a Huntress that impressed Whitney on a level that went beyond adoration, taking a deep breath as Kali's expression changed to something that might be indifference.
"Can you get them? Warn me when you do, if they don't want to… "
A quiet nod from Kali came as she disappeared into the shadows once more, leaving Whitney to get up from the seat on the toilet, looking at Weiss, whose eyes implored her to speak, to ask whether she had managed to contact her saving angel.
'You'll walk again, Weiss.'
He would be a great father for her daughter. A great father and a loving father. There would be love, warmth and happiness in the family once more with Jaune wedding her, with everyone in attendance.
"Have you… managed to contact them?"
A small nod of her head, as Whitney looked at her beautiful child.
"All we've got to do is wait, little snowflake. They will help you, if they can. For me… for me, I'm sure that they would be willing to heal you."
She couldn't help but smile as womanly as she could, her eyes locking with her daughter's, a hesitation that turned into a calm and easy confidence that oozed from inside her. Things would be okay with her daughter and herself.
Her daughter would smile again. She'd be the radiant girl that she had been when she had been younger and Whitney had still loved her husband.
"Mama? W-will you stay with me?"
Her daughter looked frightened, as Whitney's hand gently squeezed Weiss her own. It was a soft touch to her daughter's fingers, Weiss wincing a little. It would be so wonderful to introduce Jaune to her, but secrecy was still a thing. There would be no time to go on dates, no moment where she could boldly just drag him into the bedroom and make the springs squeal under the fervour that she felt for him.
"Of course, my dear."
It would be warmth for him, a father for Weiss and Winter and Whitley... and she would be able to linger in bed, touching him, feeling him and know that he loved her. To feel him touch her like a woman, to feel his hand on her skin, burning with desire as she moaned his name.
"Are you… Do you miss him?"
Weiss asked, her fingers trying to squeeze, but pain too great flashed through her, as Whitney smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead.
"I do. He was a man who brought happiness to me, whilst your father had not been so... joyous in my regard."
Weiss smiled at her and she looked away, her eyes not looking at her.
"If- if he were still... if he were still with us, would you marry him?"
Whitney smiled at her daughter, knowing that her answer would help her daughter's recovery, her fingers brushing over those small fingers of hers that had never held a pickaxe or a mining drill, who had never tasted the bitter touch of a wedding ring that had been cursed with hate and love.
"In a heartbeat."
She would. She had asked him, they were of similar... well, technically she was a supplicant before him, and her fingers let her daughter feel the trace, as Weiss blushed redly.
"I'm... I'm seeing things."
'Oh.'
She smiled softly, letting go of her daughter's hand.
"Sorry, it must be because we have the same Semblance, it... He awakened it for me."
Her daughter smiled, as her eyes looked at her again, a shy smile on her face.
"I'm... I would like to- to feel like that. It felt like you were floating, loving him. I'm... Every time I close my eyes, I can hear them. I feel afraid, I feel how they're touching me, and I want- I want to feel like how you felt, when you made love with him."
Her daughter was so sweet that it made her feel warm on the inside, the desire within her burning. If she could show her daughter just a hint of how it had felt to be with him, how she'd been able to love the man that she had chosen to be the one to wed.
"Perhaps we can try?"
Her hand touched her daughter's, and she tried to remember how good it had felt. That feeling, she sent right down into her daughter.
'You deserve love too, Weiss.'
Weiss her cheeks turned crimson.
"Do you feel good?"
A very quiet nod.
"I can feel it, without... He kisses you, he's stroking you and... and I think you're encouraging him to be rough with you."
Whitney had to admit, that it was a hot thing indeed to be with the man you loved.
Her daughter would love him just as well.
The tensions of the disabled (Weiss Schnee)
Her mother was in love. She could feel the warmth of someone's arms around her, feel the ghost of kisses on her skin, on her lips, though she hadn't experienced it herself, the touch of her mother's hand warmer than before.
It was... it was so nice to be loved.
'This is how you should be loved.'
She wanted to be loved like that. To feel someone touch her and to want it, to hope that he could continue to love her, to let the sounds of anger and pain fade and be replaced with love, care and hope that there would be a gentle touch.
Fingers ghosting over her skin, as she urged him on to maul her breasts, to show her what a mother of three could give to a young man who had earned her love, to be giving him the pleasure that he wanted, to show him that she was as wild as Atlas Jean was in her movies.
'Mom really likes those movies.'
The feeling of being guided to be on all fours and to see a flash of blue eyes, to feel his hands pull her closer and let her feel how he impaled her from behind, a moan that came from her throat as her mother shared the feeling with her, a Glyph appearing before her eyes, spinning slowly as the Semblance reacted to it, the Glyph slowly darkening to black, not as pristinely white as it had been before.
"Do you feel good?"
Her mother's voice was distant in her ears, as she felt the orgasm hit her, her eyes going wide as she shocked and quivered, the juices dripping from below, as she felt the sensations peak. She flushed, her mother's hand letting go of her.
"It was... good, yes."
The linking of the sensations that her mother had felt with the man that she had loved was... it was magnificent, even if she could not move. It was embarrassing, now that she thought about it, but it would not make her happier.
"I can see that, yes. Let me clean you up, so you are fresh. I..."
Her mother wiped at her eye, and Weiss felt bad. Her mother had loved the man who had given her such great and happy feelings, and there was a hint in her eyes that she wasn't happy with the emotions that burned in her chest.
'You're lost, mama... You love him.'
Her mother's cloth rubbed over her body, cleaning up the mess that she'd made. An orgasm, something completely normal, yet embarrassing. She closed her eyes and tried to feel those warm and hot emotions again, the burning inside her groin replaced with that warmth. She felt his hands on her skin again, and she could smell the faint hint of her mother's shampoo, as well as the lotion that was rubbed over her body, to keep it supple and smooth.
There wasn't the fear of being touched, as she tried to hold on to that feeling of what her mother had felt. She could almost hear Jaune Arc's voice in her ear, telling her that he'd love her forever, and she felt a sharp moment of darkness hit her, her eyes closing firmly.
He'd died, and he'd left his team a mess, and now Ren was dead as well.
It was a glorious mess, but she couldn't help but wonder what could have been if he had lived. Would she have dated him for his genuine honesty? Would her heart have been brightened with his smile and his strong arms around her? He had been improving, a little at least, faster than someone with no experience in the Combat arts.
He might have been... he would have been a worthy partner. He'd have been better than any man that father could have picked for her, and his blue eyes looked somewhat cute.
"Weiss? Can I blindfold you?"
She didn't feel comfortable, but her mother looked at her with a pleading look that had begged for her to say yes and she exhaled slowly.
"If it's for... of course."
A length of cloth covered her eyes and she was aware of the darkness coming once more, the shiver of terror coming through her as she saw the golden eyes peer through the darkness again, the pain in her broken limbs growing more prevalent, as she tried to find the way out.
"The poor dear... Oh, you really should have invited us earlier, White."
A mature voice, accented faintly with the Mistralian dialect, warm and yet caring, a sliver of fear going through her as she recognized a deep fear going through her.
"I just want her safe. Is it possible?"
Someone seemed to do something, as small hands shifted her aside, someone's big hands resting on her. She would like to imagine that they belonged to the same man as her mother had loved, but she'd never quite know with the blindfold in the way.
"They brought me back from the edge, White. If they can help your daughter, then I will make sure that they will be there to help her."
The fear abated, as the hands rubbed over her skin with gentle motions, warmth sliding into her. She felt like she was in terrible danger, but her mother's hand gently laid on top of her own, the one that was mentioned before continuing to feed something warm inside her body, the coolness of something pushing against her Aura, but restrained by something, her body feeling much better already.
Heavier breathing, as someone seemed to try and help at the expense of their own health, a worried sound from her mother. A bead of sweat fell down on her and she could feel the motion return to her arms, the bones having healed again, to her feeling.
"Do you need a break? You're making sure that she's better, you should..."
A low 'uhn' from a man. A man, not a boy. Weiss could feel her heart leap, as she could smell something in the air, and the image of someone with white hair and a set of red eyes met hers, a creature made out of the shadows with golden glowing eyes appearing before her, hissing like a wildcat, a Faunus woman whose skin was dark, her ears were a little ragged and she looked like she'd want to tear something out of you with every look and glance.
Her mother, clad within a white dress, her lips turned in an adoring smile at the man, whose hands held a long staff tipped with a blue glass lamp, something that looked gaudy, as the red eyes beheld her.
She felt healed, and his hand removed itself.
"We should go. They're tired."
Her mother's hand disappeared from her and Weiss could hear the sound of someone kissing someone, a low, happy sound from her mother, as she parted.
"I love you so much."
He must be someone who she wouldn't be able to meet unless it was safe. She felt a blush come to her features as she imagined her mother loving someone again, to feel her love through the connection. Ruby might have wanted her to get her virginity taken by the man who was her father, but it would not be right for her, she guessed.
"Is... Is he going to be my new daddy?"
It was a childish question, her mother's tinkling laugh making her feel a warmth inside her, as her mother's voice spoke with that hint of acceptance and love.
"He's dead, Weiss. This is just someone who can help you out."
Someone made a disagreeing sound, but Weiss knew that it was the man she'd be calling Father, because mother had laughed like she had when she was a child and father had still been the love of her life. It would not make sense otherwise, for Mother to bring such a sacrifice.
"You said he was a bandit of sorts."
Someone laughed, a breathy laugh of another woman who hadn't spoken up yet. She could feel the man's hands brush over her cheek, her mother's own gently touching over her other cheek.
"Love is a strange thing, Weiss. You should go, it isn't safe here."
Weiss moved her hands, in order to raise the blindfold so she could get a glimpse of who was the one that had healed her, before her mother could stop her.
She caught sight of a red cloak and features that looked so familiar, dark hair and wine-red eyes that looked at her, a shimmering portal in the air in front of her, the woman looking into her own eyes for a moment before stepping through the portal.
'She's related to Yang.'
That meant that there was something to be gained from talking to Yang. That was a good thing, because... because she didn't know whether she could make things go as well as they should with Ruby.
They were partners, but Ruby scared her a little.
She mentally corrected herself.
Ruby scared her a lot.
Nobody should be happy about sleeping with their own father.
The bliss (Ruby Rose)
Pyrrha was amazing! She could stand up to the meanie-evil lady! No scythe should sound so evil like it'd hurt the animal abominations... they weren't quite people, and they could only hurt and kill, but she knew that hurting the innocent was bad.
"So, I was like 'I'll hit it, no problem!' and then took aim and- Pyrrha?"
The redhead's head turned, and the sweet smile on her lips fluttered once more, and she felt her heart skip a little beat as the green looked into hers. She was a good girl, good as a Huntress and as a member of the Order. That was very important.
"I was a little distracted, sorry."
Pyrrha shouldn't apologize like this. She shouldn't apologize at all, she was the great Rose's partner, and they'd be kicking and whooping Grimm butt! Pyrrha's hands brushed through her hair, Nora sinking down on a seat next to her, still looking as dark as she did before.
She should be happier. Ren was now in a better place. She could still be a hero, but why was she so sad? The good fight was still to be fought, and she was someone who would be a hero!
She would make sure that nobody ever felt sad again, especially not with the meanies around that would just kill and hurt people with evil weapons! Pyrrha was a good girl, she'd never do anything wrong.
"Want to practice for a little? I've been wanting to try out some new moves."
Pyrrha in motion looked kind of cute. Girls shouldn't really feel like this, giving her a warm and fuzzy feeling in her stomach. Weiss might have been better as a partner, but Weiss was too weak. Why should you have a partner who doesn't like to do what you want to do? Pyrrha was the better choice.
Weak girls didn't survive in the Order. The Grandmaster had said that, and she believed him. Weiss would probably never survive, because she wasn't strong enough. She was strong, she had the silver eyes and she knew how to fight, just like Pyrrha.
As Pyrrha dripped with sweat she let her eyes feast on those lovely curves. The trained body, the shield slowly pulling back as the final strike had been delivered. Pyrrha Nikos was a beast who could kill and slay Grimm and be a hero like her.
"Let's head to the showers, okay? We're all sticky and dirty!"
She was not going to skimp on the perfection that was Pyrrha, her heartbeat racing at the sight of Pyrrha's gorgeous legs in motion, the smile and acceptance of her partner making her feel warm on the inside.
They were going to be sisters, so it was totally normal to be with her in the same shower. She shed her cloak and her corset, throwing it to the side in the locker room, Pyrrha already stripping. Yang was her sister, but Ruby had looked a few times. Pyrrha was smaller in her chest, but the throbbing heartbeat continued.
Suds dripped from Pyrrha's body and Ruby smiled. Being with daddy was nice, but girls were a little prettier. She should... she should offer to wash Pyrrha.
She should touch those sexy abs, those nice breasts. Her body felt warm, as she walked to her bestie-to-be, the sister that would be with her until the end. Pyrrha would be better than Weiss, who cried about silly little things like a few broken bones!
Everybody knew that princesses weren't harmed in the stories! Weiss was just moping about a few broken bones and a ripped dress.
"Need a hand?"
Pyrrha's emerald eyes were focused on her, a lethal thrill going through her as Pyrrha's eyes glinted with that hint of something dangerous, something predatory. Something that threatened to leap out, the blue eyes staring at her dismissively, the blonde hair falling into the woman's face as Jaune's mommy whispered at her that she'd never be good enough, that she wasn't good enough, that she was-
"Ruby?"
Pyrrha's voice jerked her out of her thoughts, and she noticed that she'd come close to Pyrrha to strike, to hurt her new friend. She smiled, aware that the blonde woman wouldn't be here. That meanie was going to be hurting. She'd be better soon, and she'd make sure that nobody would be hurt by the meanie! She didn't deserve to be a good member of the Order, she was evil! Evil people had evil weapons!
"Oh, just thinking. We'll be going to be having so much fun, Pyrrha. The Vytal Festival is soon to come!"
She'd keep her thoughts a secret, even if she could see how Pyrrha watched her with an expression of displeasure, her eyes looking like a lethal killer, cool and emerald. Ruby flushed red, Pyrrha's hair sticking to her skin.
'Oh yeah, we don't have a full team. Pyrrha would be a great fit if Weiss can't join us again... Perhaps we should ask for Pyrrha? She'd be a great help, and Weiss wasn't very good. Dad said that there are sometimes girls that are a little stubborn. Yang has to get her own partner, I believe... But I've got Pyrrha. There'll be a great future in our future exploits! We're the greatest, after all! I've got the silver eyes, Pyrrha has the skills... Yep! We'll make that evil disappear!'
She was going to be the hero that made everything bad disappear, after all! A hero that would make the people of this world realize that evil people needed to be killed!
Mom died after all, so she'd have to step up.
She'd be a good Order member.
A heroine didn't deserve anything less than the best, and the weapon upgrades that the Grandmaster had said would be available to her upon her full entry with Pyrrha had her salivating.
High-grade Dust ammunition was not cheap!
Oh dear, we've got Ruby being lured with candy by an old man! Or rather, prime-grade Dust ammunition. Weiss has gotten a hint that her mother is in love. Oh no. Not a mother in LOVE! Writing the interactions of the older lady squad around Jaune is fun, as we're slowly inching towards the crescendo for this volume of A Grimm Tale. The seeds are sown, the conquest of Mistral is ongoing... and Ruby is showing a worrisome obsession.
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