Chapter 5: Price of Titles

Azura Thrym the Huntress

"The Taurus, are led by 'The Taurus'? Charles I don't think I quite get your new friends." Azura mused with a mild bit of whimsy. Ignoring the very Taurus chaps that seem content to gawk and hiss at the giant that protects the cat that laid the golden egg. They would pick up the blade when it mattered, whether they thought well of Azura or not, so it did not matter. None of them would lift a finger to her anyways, the bull-folk were not nearly as fearless as the stories said. Stories, what rubbish.

"Aye, I hear she's some sort of monster. Say she eats grimm to become'em." Murray spoke up awkwardly sitting among them, a new and fast friend of Charles already, though Azura did not know what to make of him. People spoke of the gent like some sort of hero, 'never won a battle yet he was the hero eh?' Sad day when their peoples' paragons could only get close. Either way his temperament was good. He had backbone to say that at least even if the Leo acted like a silly old fool.

"That's stupid Murray." Azura replied, the concept of eating grimm to gain their powers was idiocy. Nobody ever learned to breathe underwater from eating fish as far as Azura knew.

"I said I heard it, never said nothin' about it not bein' stupid." Murray finished with a laugh, the big brute slamming his hairy fist into his chest plate. Idiot would almost break the bronze that way, hand along with it Azura figured. Better than the Taurus guards around them, silent oddities they were all dressed in the same black and white garb with their strange curved single blades. Each soldier with a similar grimm bone mask carved from the white and red bone of a grimm's face. Eerie lot to tell the truth and Azura didn't like the smell of them. Anything that emulated the grimm were not friends to any being with a soul.

"Shush you two. They have their own customs, but we are all Faunus are we not?" Charles demanded, the boy looking small beside his giant and giantess. Still when he spoke Murray listened, the Leo infatuated with Azura's old friend. Here the three of them sat in a smoky tent with nothing but mats laid down to sit on and candles burning. Taurus guards at the ready both at the entrance and exit. This war tent, as the black clad bull-men called, was to serve as the meeting for Charles to see his newest devotee, the woman known as 'the Taurus'. Any luck, she was going to be just as eerie as the rest of her men and women.

"Aye Charles, and they are bloody weird customs for sure." Azura piped in unafraid and unwilling to shut herself up for the strange company. Charles scowled at her, but she just scowled back. It was their way. She had spent almost all twenty years of her life looking after that little boy, and he might be the boisterous and victorious revolutionary man to everyone else, but Azura would know Charles as the same boy she dragged out of the river lungs filled with water, boy she had to beat up bullies for, boy who couldn't hold his own a day in his life. Better that way, someone needed to humble the bastard.

"All Valeian are strange." Murray mumbled with a smile, taking note Azura's disregard for authority.

"Shut it Murray you were born here." Azura spat back in a growl, though Murray seemed to smile and wave it off. Azura had no tolerance for that. She could ignore Charles all she damn well pleased, but that was her privilege and hers alone.

"Aye and after we knock down old King Geordie's door I'll see Mistral gets its own fight." Murray started off rising fist in confidence. One war was apparently not enough for him. 'Has good ol'Vale not handin' you all the defeats one fool can take?' Azura mused feeling oddly curious at this sort of valiantry charming in a childish sort of way.

"We got one nation to fight here and now, and the Taurus want to fight it. So please. Stop your gossip and be mindful of your manners." Charles said lowly finding some balance of polite yet strong, leaning too far into the pleasantries for Azura's liking, but then again some dastardly folk would call her 'rude' so perhaps she was grading the boy too harshly.

"Ohh are we feisty now Charles?" Azure said in mock surprise grinning just a little. Charles seemed less amused, but more importantly their host even less so.

"Do you let all your subordinates undermine you?" The woman whom was called 'The Taurus' was exactly the sort of hassle Azura predicted. Draped in black cloth seemingly too thin for northern peoples, the sleeves of this strange charcoal dress long and loose and a belt of red cloth at the center. It seemed silken in origin, the patterns of red and white lines accenting it. The left hip allowed for that same slightly curved blade others had, this one however had a fine red cloth wrapped around its handle. 'The Taurus' was strangely thin, stepping so silently and daintily, yet rigid and unbent. She was as if floating to the floor. Worst and most strangely her face was completely obscured by white grim bone, a mask painted in a seemingly glowing red making the face of a monster only made better by her blood red horns that bent back through her perfect raven hair. Azura hated her.

"All speak freely in my camp, they only mean the best and are indispensable to me." Charles defended, his own eyes locked on the bone mask. 'Smart boy.' He had to keep appearances, but Azura could do as she pleased, scanning the woman for motives.

"But lack discipline. It is this reason I have never trusted the Leo." She started trying to bate Murray.

"My people live for their liberation; I am no chief who would rob a warrior of that. Been a while White-Bull." The Leo started biting onto the bate.

"Is that what they call me now?" More Taurus soldiers came in, dressed all in black resting a plate of teas before them. 'The Taurus' took her glass first sipping it through a small hole in her mask. Such a creepy woman Azura had never known. "The 'White-Bull' and the 'Fang' your people have such odd terms of endearment." She finished taking another sip and mocking Murray further.

"Strangers be the ones that call me that. As for strangeness ya call yourself the same name as your people. Isn't that a bit...how would you say? Audacious." Murray challenged, about to rise again before Charles grasped his shoulder as if to say no without saying it.

"We are all one people. This is silly. We are supposed to discuss this whole mess as equals and the terms I have been given." Charles started and drove to the point, something Azura was not about to derail. This was a strange woman, but not one to be played with like Murray. She was a man eater.

"Yes, one people. Faunus. We have been fighting for the Faunus for all my people's days in the north of Vale. We know what it means to shed blood for the cause of one people I promise." Azura cringed at that. Sure they had been in rebellion against Vale for generations, but only against the lords of Nördlichste. Often their lawlessness was seen as justification for all discrimination. "In interest of that I give you my personal name to use in private meetings, Akagura. Also in that interest I leave myself and my forces at your disposal. This is your territory and we will respect your command, for now." This Akagura paused to drink, taking a moment to herself. Murray gave a smile in relief that this was going to cause no authoritative dispute, but Charles seemed less convinced, instead hung on the woman's word, awaiting the conditions.

"In this same sentiment I hope you will listen to my advice on matters before acting on your own. Namely in not accepting this marriage. This is a Faunus fight, and while a marriage might make you a lordly man by Human law, you are not human. You will never be human. You shouldn't want to be such filthy creatures. This is our war; do not buy yourself humans to fight it." She might have been racist, but she wasn't wrong. King of Vale would not acknowledge the marriage and the army might join the cause though it was doubtful if they would ever fight a battle before losing heart and routing.

"I make no claim that we have friends in ol'Fort Castle, but what we do have is dust, arms and armor. Cannons, artillery, rifles. Horses and trucks. They be willing to give us more than soldiers and a false title. All for the low price of one ring on a finger. I say that is worth the effort Charlie." Murray cut in, not letting Akagura get her way. The Leo had been adamant about Charles accepting the offer and becoming the first Faunus Lord in all of Vale without breaking the law to do it. Talked about what it meant for Faunus and human relations. He wanted a free Vale, not a Faunus Vale. Azura didn't know which side she found herself yet. She did not hate humanity, but at the same time they were vile little things it seemed. She found fighting them as easy as grimm, except for children. Old men in their castles fat on the blood of others would never be saved, but little ones like Pan. That was ever confusing for a simple woman like her.

"Charles, think of your people. Marry into another tribe. Perhaps from Menagerie, it's a free Faunus republic whose aid could help us." The 'White-Bull' started attempting to turn Charles into a product to be sold to whichever ally mattered more.

"Whose aid is stretched thin fighting every country and is worthless this far inland." Azura piped in feeling her blood boil at the mention of Menagerie. An insult that whole place was. A prison turned into some pseudo-homeland that every Faunus national movement prayed would give them support. They talked of support, fought at sea and air, but where were they in Vale, Mistral, or any other of the kingdoms? The Republic of Menagerie was a pirate nation still desperately trying to survive as the true movement was fought in the fields. An unpopular opinion, but hers none the less.

"Faunus in southern Vale then." She began to try and appease Azura, voice filled with irritation. Clearly she did not care for being interrupted so much, though the bone mask made seeing her expression factually impossible. That was going to get irritable quickly.

"I am a bandit whose only claim to fame is a forest I bleed out of the sickly Lady of Fort Castle and a mine I broke out of by the very thin skin of my neck. I am worth nothing to anyone in this regard except a very desperate lady wanting not to starve to death on the floor, something I can understand. This is just a twist to the strange and absurd for me." Charles said laughing at the irony of whole conversation. The boy never forgot he was originally just a game hunter for a small mining village. In all this Azura regretted no one asking what he had wanted. This was after all his future. Playing this dangerous game of revolution for so long ideas of the future seemed silly. Azura knew she had also not asked, and grimaced at her own shallow friendship.

"I have said all that needs to be said. Anything you wish of the Taurus?" The young chief in all black and red put down her cup of tea right next to Azura's untouched one. Nodding knowing this conversation was going nowhere. Charles did not say it, but to his guardian wolf it was clear he was thankful the meeting was over. His shoulders slumped and breath silently released.

"I have a day to decide. I will think on your words." He offered, clearly not convinced of anything, setting his own half empty cup next to the one Murray had downed a few seconds ago. He stood first, Murray followed and Azure after that. The Guards posted at the door stepped aside in a moment. "Other than that, please have your men set up camp outside cannon range and dig in as much as possible. Thank you for your time 'The Taurus.'" Charles finished bowing as was custom for the Taurus.

"Understood. Good day Chief Charles, Huntress Thrym, Chief Murray." Akagura seemed merely to whisper, nearly silently rising and returning an ever mild bow, that bone mask hiding whatever hidden emotions she might have had about the meeting. Charles paid it no matter though. Politely as he could, he lead his entourage out of the tent. He gasped for air as soon as the boy managed to get himself out of the meeting, much like a child gasping for air after a swim. Murray laughed and Azura grinned, but slapped poor Charles on the back reminding him of where he was standing. a wet abysmal military camp surrounded by Taurus eyeing them strangely.

"It's alright Charlie my boy. She's just'a ripe bitch is all." Murray started saying it just loud enough to be in earshot of the tent. Charles gave him a sour look, but the Leo simply winked back smiled and stroked his red mane.

"Sounds like you're afraid of her Murray'boy." Azura started strangely defensive of the Faunus woman. Charles had enough of it and just shook his head making way to his own camp ignoring the two of them

"Murray we will meet the envoy tomorrow and I'll have an answer. Prepare the men and women for battle tomorrow in case I deny them or things fall apart. Better not give Fort Castle the time to come up with a plan." Charles seemed stressed, biting his thumb as if to use that pain to keep anchored to the moment, on today. Azura knew little of what she could do to help. In moments like this Charles would be locked in the maze of his mind until the boy found his way back. Azura stayed with him now to his right not saying a word. This wasn't the first nor last time he would act this way.

"Aye, don't worry Charlie. I think you'll find the Lady to your liking." Murray shouted to them as they left, off to prepare his warriors for battle. From the looks of it this whole thing was a toss-up. Azura would have to sharpen her blade. Charles would need it before this nightmare was over.

They walked together for a good while. Some of their band shouted congratulations at him, but Charles was still lost. They walked in silence. Whether he heard anything when he panicked like this was a question she never knew. Somewhere between former fields and tents Charles slowed down, allowing the heftier woman to catch up.

"What do you think of her?" He asked still biting his thumb and staring off into the abyss as he approached the converted barn house. "Murray is right. She' a bitch, I should know." Azura said trying to be at least a little funny about it. After all while she might not find this world funny others seemed to deem the dreariness hilarious.

"No need for animal puns." Charles replied, putting a dust round in any hope of having an easy conversation. The cat-like ears on him twitched and his expression was that of worry.

"Oh'nd you say I have no humor. She ain't worth trustin', 'The Taurus'. Her army makes her worth dealing with her, but never trust her." Azure could only answer truly; it was the only thing of worth to Charles. Lies would not comfort him or protect him from Akagura. Charles chewed on that for a moment, swiping back his black hair as if to clear his head.

"What do you think of the Lady and her offer?" He doubled up on the question yellow eyes looking for answers in Azara, but she had none.

"You asking if I like her?" She joked not wanting to disappoint Charles.

"You know what I mean Azura." He retorted nearly smiling, a small part of the joyous kid returning.

"You should know by now Charles I don't like anyone." She joked more, this kind breaking the wall Charles had built around himself. He tried to hide it, but the boy laughed, a thin smile on his lips he tried to shake off. His walking returned almost sort of rushed and uncomfortable with the crowds around him. Azura had no trouble following him through the mud.

"I just." He paused the thin smile fading quickly as his eyes returned a sad sort of quizzical look. Something was on his tongue, something he did not know how to say. "I didn't know if you would be….when we were kids everyone used

to say….Azura I."

"You were never man enough for me Charles don't even bother." Azura cut him off before he even began. They were meant for each other, but not quite in that way. What way exactly was a bit confusing for most, but it was definitely not that way. After all with the Lady of fort Castle and the endless admiration of their dear friend Murray he was liable to get a big head if any more of that sort of admiration came coming his way.

"Ha, you are an amazing friend Azura...I just wanted to make sure to think about it before I." Charles smiled at first, but stumbled again, a deep look of something heavy was in his eyes that tugged at him as he spoke.

"If I do this. I become a lord…" Charles was barely above a whisper, and as he spoke rain came in as if signaled. The cold or the words made him shiver as he said it, his hand shaking as he spoke so hushed the rain nearly drowned it. "There is no running Azura after that...I can't escape…We'll have to fight the other lords. Ice Marsh, Castle White, Vale...all of it." That was it; he was afraid. Charles was afraid of stepping it up, the responsibility, the war. Everything. He wanted to run away just like before. Run away from everything.

"We can't leave now you know that Charles." He couldn't hide anymore. Humanity would destroy them all if they did. They took away all choice. Running meant damnation for everyone, they had a responsibility. One Azura would not let him forget.

That was enough for him. He opened his mouth to argue, but bit down on his thumb instead, looked with enough pressure that, barring the gloves, he would have broken skin. No more conversation was necessary, and though Charles made no move to keep himself from the rain immediately, he quickly opened the door to his command center, inside just Pan whom was now restricted here until her safety was more easily assured.

"Welcome back my lord. Can I get you something?" Pan started, nervous seeing Azura with Charles. The little one adored Charles of late, though cautious of him as a Faunus. Azura however frightened the child beyond belief, like an attack dog that could be let loose at any moment. How could she blame the little one though, she looked the part of a monster and acted it most days. Took tougher monsters to hunt monsters after all.

"I am no lord yet little one. No thank you, unless Azura asks for anything all I want to know is what you think of the Lady of Fort Castle." It was still on his mind, but how could it not be? He was going to sell himself for a fortress and some cannons like a barrel of dust. Safe from the rain he did not dry himself, instead sat down in his chair to think, the already soaked clothes staining the seat. Azura chose instead to stand and let the rain drip off her armor.

"No one sees her. I hear she is sick. They say she's nice and pretty, but no one never met with her except the big knights. She was supposed to marry someone, a man, but it got postponed or somethin'." Pan babbled, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. Charles had little comment, but nodded at the girl's every word. A moment passed and the boy finally spoke something.

"Pan please play the Harmonica for me, the one I lent you….play anything."

There Charles was sitting, sunken into his seat at a table for one. Face aglow with candle light, but never as gaunt before as this. His face showed the skipped meals, the stress in his black hairs tainting it with scattered silver out of place for his age. The harmonica played and his amber eyes locked onto the table. The only plate and silverware was a map of Vale and chess pieces to mark its players. Beyond the forest stirred Vale's northern lords, all the armies and beasts risen against him, all the madness after this. How this map haunted him, a single candle to give it light. Here at the table that should have sat all the friends and family, was the curse he was stuck with. Lonely little Charles. How foolish he was to sit in the dark when friends could be close. How sad to sit there staring at a map for answers that were not there.

It hurt Azura to watch that struggle. Watch as Pan play her harmonica, watch as the fool ignore them both. Of all the things to torment him this was something she could not strike, could not kill. Responsibility for all their lives was something Azura could not do for him, could not coddle him as she always had. Charles was never meant to lead, fight wars. Too meek. He was not a hard man, was not Murray who relished it, or Akagura who felt nothing. He was a boy still, a boy who seemed to be the only one who hated the game.

"I'll take my leave Charles. Wake me when you decide. G'dnight sweet Pan. " Azura could not stand it a moment longer, did not even stay to see if Charles would dismiss her. She had to believe in Charles, the boy knew what to do. He had to. They all did. They had to be right or everyone was dead. 'Damn it all.' She cursed silently as she walked to her own tent finding her own surprise along with it. A woman in black, baring herself as if royal. The 'White-Bull'. A pale skinned wench if ever Azura saw one.

"Akagara right?" The huntress asked, knowing full well how she botched her pronunciation of it.

"Akagura. You are the wolf huntress Azura Thrym." She took a step closer than Azura wanted, getting more in her way.

"We spoke a moment ago what is it?" Azura had no patience for this. She was upset, angry, felt like hurting something. Not a smart time to bother her.

"I come to speak frankly" The pale hand of the bull reached out for Azura touching her gently on her cheek. Azure had the mind to bite it off, but Charles had enough to deal with. "They gain all their strength from you beast. You should be the one I speak to and whom they sing of." The hand was soft about delivering her toxic words, soft thumb brushing the heavy scarring on Azura's face.

"Don't even bother." Azura growled showing her teeth. Now that elicited some reaction, the white skinned Taurus, her hand pulling back, through her mask obscured whatever emotion Azura might have tasted. Too bad, it would have been lovely.

"I seek your partnership, for you deserve more respect." She spoke sadly, though the bone mask's expression remained all the same demonic face. "Stay with me beast and we can free our people with bowing to any of the human rabble." Azura had no intention of "staying" with her no matter the meaning or flattery.

"You stink of rot I be thinkin'. Rot and worms." She growled at the bull, unable to tell her reaction.

"My smell is not to your liking?" Akagura seemed more confused than offended, turning her head sideways, the bone mask seeming to express this despite never changing. It was an oddity among oddities.

"Lies smell. Leave me." Azura explained her metaphor, nearly barking it with her fury in full force.

"As you wish beast who should be Chief." She left, just as she came, the rain making her even more silent as she stepped through the mud. She seemed almost more grimm than Faunus, something that made Murray's previous joke much more serious. All things could wait however. Azura stepped into her tent feeling the weight of her armor for the first time. It shed like feathers off her, the blue and black of it dropping to the thin wooden plank she used as a floor board. Exhaustion stuck her and half naked half armored Azura collapsed into her meager floor mat. She did not fear being seen, she was still the strongest one here, not to mention with all her battle scars it was more punishment seeing than a pleasure. Instead the huntress let the warmth of her bed cloth eat her alive. The black beast of night could have her. The worries of her mind, the pains of her body, and madness of the day drift away in the only part of her life that she felt comfort from. Sleep.

The morning was just as wet as the rain with everything coated in a thick, almost slimy dew. The moistness of Autumn air was all over Azura, her hair frilled in a mess, ears perking at the sounds of horns. She had awoken to a sullen affair. No one knew what Charles had decided, but he came riding on one of the few horses the revolution had. No joy crossed that face, though Azura could find no fear either. The boy had found his spine it seemed.

"Azura with me, take the horse. We might need it." Charles announced pulling along another simple mare for her. The young leader was dressed ready for a fight, fitted in leather and knives, bow strapped to him and a rifle on his saddle. Perhaps just a bluff to make the enemy think them ready to sack the Castle, or Charles really was ready to turn them down and make a bloody morning. Azura didn't care which. She had deferred to his judgment and as always, the wolf would ride with him no matter.

Others came as well to the sound of horns. Leo warriors all in bronze with blue paint, claymores in hand to see this negotiation end. Simians came as well, the Chief's son who fought under the Leo. Murray himself ran to Charles' side. Smile on his face brighter than the morning sun. He would get his way or get his fight, no losing for the idiot.

'The Taurus' and her Taurus came as well dressed in black on horseback, some wearing added armor of wood and steel, all masked in grimm bone carved with the face of a demon. Azura was no chief, but her people considered Hunters and Huntresses perfect representation, as such her Canis blood sisters and brothers accepted her leadership. All totaled this was scattered Faunus of the forest. In truth an unimpressive lot. Hopefully the humans didn't notice.

Horns flared and with the gates of Fort Castle were open for the first time in weeks. Beyond it eyes of hungry men women and children peered out at every angle to see the now famed Charles the Black Cat of Fort Castle. Azura wondered if they were joyous or disappointed by what they saw of a young Faunus man sitting on a horse neither beastly nor gallant by human standards.

"Look lively gents, it's them." Out of the gates rode knights dressed in the castle's yellow standard and fine plate. They stood out in the forests green, the yellow unnatural and showy. Foolish. Azura's familiar armor was colored darkly as best not to be seen. Choosing the color outside of nature was idiotic. Most flamboyant of theses knights of Fort Castle road in center on a white steed, armor laced in gold, one hand on the reins and the other on a banner. It was a woman, clear from her armor shaped for a smaller frame and extended chest, though no part of her was not covered in steel. Dust rifles made such exuberance a death knell, but old traditions die hard.

"General Charles is it? I assume these are your other commanders." The leading knight spoke removing her helmet to speak more plainly to the rest. She was pretty, but not unusually so. Blonde hair cut short, practical for a knight, eyes brown as bark and smile dim. The leader rode with certain grace though sitting up rigid and straight. Someone who clearly enjoyed her rank. Another one Azura would hate.

"A collection of Chiefs, huntresses and bandits my lady. Nothing more." Charles started giving a fairly humble nod to the woman. Why he insisted on calling himself a bandit was always an oddity to Azura. He was a boy, meek, maybe even a coward, but not a bandit.

"At least you know what you are." 'Ahh, she is a joker' Azura noted wondering if she would be shaking her hand later or putting her pretty head on a spike.

"Are you the Lady of Fort Castle? Where is the older commander?" Charles asked getting focused on the point. One thing to be said for the boy, flattery and insults never fazed him. Instead his stance and attitude remained unchanged.

"My lady is ill, I am Lady Amarilla Cid knight of Fort Castle." Cid was the noble house of Fort Castle. They be the ones who conquered the old Faunus lands more years ago than any could remember. Amarilla however was a southern name, likely her birthplace. A distant cousin perhaps. "The old man?" The knight Cid asked seemingly confused.

"Irritable bald gent, gaunt and quite giddy about this deal?" The old Fort Castle commander. They had run through quite a many lately. An ambush by Charles' brother claimed one, starvation another finally a loose fire dust coated arrow killed the last. Azura found the knights she remembered from her childhood had all found themselves buried by her. These were the forgotten lot, old or very young.

"Oh him." Amarilla said derisively, nearly spitting at the mention. "Executed for treason. I will be listening to your answer." To her party's credit, everyone kept a straight face, though this was an interesting suggestion. The infighting meant that opposition parties to the merger would find themselves in a jail cell before the transition, or that loyalty of the knights was already in question. Either way Azura wanted to laugh. Another commander down.

"Think carefully Charles." Azura barely heard the whisper as Akagura spoke it to Charles, the white bone mask looking deeply at the young Faunus. Charles did not turn, or even recognize her as she spoke, but Azura could see him hear it, see his cat ears twitch and his jaw clench.

"I was born of the lowest class. I don't even have a family name." Charles laughed, breaking seriousness leading some watching to laugh as well, but Azura saw more frustration and pain in his laughter then humor. A bit of anger maybe. Mitigated, made small for so long. "How am I supposed to trust this offer? A title and a name from the same people who trampled on me for so long?" A more sullen attitude prevailed as people began to turn towards one another. Knights whispered among themselves and the whole of the world seemed to grimace at what Charles said. All, Azura bet, except for the Taurus.

"Truth is, you have us by the noose. We have no other option. We might not like it, or you, but Fort Castle keeps its word." Amarilla replied to her credit without a hint of insincerity or lies. Azura could nearly smell how she detested it, but a knight this proud and haughty about her status clearly cared about their perceived human honor enough to be frank.

"I can understand that. You have no other option…I had no other option, but to fight your kind if I wanted to live." Charles didn't sound pleased with that. He didn't have the fighter's spirit like Murray, but there was a balance to humors in him during these moments where Azura could almost understand why people followed him. Didn't change the fact that he was going to get them all killed one day, but she could see the leader in him. "This is my first real choice." Charles added with a laugh. 'You chose to live boy, it's always a choice.' Azura reprimanded in her own head. "I accept. Fort Castle is now the capital of Faunus Vale."

****** Hey everyone. Just an update on my life went on vacation followed up with a break-up of sorts and followed that with a lot of getting sick, but hopefully I'm getting better. I'm glad to get more female characters, too many male characters in this 'cus I wanted to kind of gender swap everyone's (Exception being Pyrrha and Jaune) spiritual counterpart. Problem is nearly everyone in RWBY is a girl D: More balanced gender distribution is important.

I feel this one needed some reworking, but I was limited due to being so late. Got to jump into MV tomorrow! Sorry for being so late and I hope you all had a good spring break, and new MV should be out this weekend! So sorry.

Credit for the wonderful edits go to TCR of course.