Chapter 2:
Traveling through the dark halls, inhaling the foul smell of dirty civilians behind bars, it never seems to fit her taste. The Crimson ebony swordswoman steps with ease. There wasn't an ounce of fear coursing through her. The white mask latched onto her face provided those in their cells the look of terror and intimidation. Any and all attempts of escaping with her insight would end in the opposition's demise.
Trekking through the dark corridors, the swordswoman sees her partner laying against the wall. As she approaches, her partner removes herself and walks alongside her.
"Well, this must be more trouble than it's worth if she is sending her knight out to deal with the insects. Although, it's common sense for both rooks and knights to work in pairs," said Cinder.
The silent swordswoman paid no mind to her statement and continued walking down to the throne room of her queen.
"You must already know this, but it seems we're needed in Mistral for a small rebel group. To think such small fires require our attention is insulting. The white fang forces along with the Grimm shouldn't have any trouble dealing with them." Cinder narrows her eyes while nibbling on her bottom lip.
"Do you ever think it's because that small group consists of hunters-in-training? Despite our success so far, not all of them has been captured and put to work," said Raven. The masked female concerns herself while bothering by the mess they'll be needing to clean up. Occupying herself with the affairs of Atlas, Raven notices the small limp Cinder was showing as she walks. It wasn't noticeable at first, but training and serving with her allows her to see even the most minor details.
As both mage and warrior stops in front of the large steel door with mystic symbols decorated around the edges. They feel and breath in the dark magic used behind the metal barrier, yet neither hesitates as the chambers open to them. In front of them was their queen, their master, Salem.
The windows shower the room in shadows from the night. Purple curtains laid upon the pillars, the Grim symbol edge into its fabric.
Salem, sitting on her stone chair, views her pieces walking towards her. Wearing her black robe and cape, with her head resting on her hand like a lazy ruler would. Her chest showcasing her C – cup size breast. Black sclera and ruby eyes shimmers as both her champions kneel before her.
"Welcome, my pieces. It has been some time since we've last spoken." Salem speaks with a soft tone soothing to the ears. "I believe Vacuo is looked after by Tartarus and his troops. And as for you, Cinder, from what your mouse told me, you've indulged yourself recently with a huntress."
"Yes. Goodwitch was quite the catch, and I doubt I'll be displeased." Cinder smiles as events from earlier rush through her head. All that was certain is that soon she'll be fucking every hole available on Goodwitch's body whether she wants to or not. Just the thought cause lust to cycle through her system and hardens her.
"And as for you, my knight, seem to be having no problems reinforcing my control over that pathetic excuse of rebellion. Soon they'll be crushed, and I'll have complete dominion over Remnant," said Salem. Rising from her throne, she travels down the flight of stairs.
"I called you down here to discuss the ongoing matter in Mistral. It looks as though a small group of trained hunters is establishing a hold and I want you both to wipe them out. Those who won't submit will die and capture any that you deemed worthy of joining." The soft tone was gone and in its place was a fierce beast-like growl. The queen conjured forth a black portal in the palm of her hand and outburst two small Grimm bird.
"These creatures will be your eyes and ears as you scout Mistral for our hunters. Now dismiss and don't fail me."Salem turns and views Raven. "You are to stay a little while my knight. There's something we must discuss."
The Fall maiden raises up and exits her majesty's throne room.
"Your request for the one called Yang Xia-long intrigues me. What is so important from a teenage girl that you'd personally wished to seek her out?" questions Salem.
"I believe that girl will make a valuable asset to our forces. With proper training and…" Whatever was utter from the warrior's mouth was put to silent as Salem puts a finger to her lips.
"As much as I'd like to speak to my little Raven, I hate dishonesty especially from one of my favorite pieces. Now tell me the reason for such a request." Salem's eyes glow furious red, and Raven feels pitch black tendrils crawling along her fingers.
"She is my daughter."
"I see. In that case, go forth and fetch your little girl but only after the rebel forces at Mistral is put down," said Salem. She then removes her pale fingers from Raven's smooth pink lips.
The red and black knight rose to her feet and journey to the chamber doors. Just when she took her first steps, long arms wraps themselves around her torso, with a body embracing her from behind. Hot breath causing the hair on her neck to stand stiff. One hand grasping her right D-cup breast, squeezing and pinching the cloth nipple, thus earning a small moan. The other slithering downward around her womanhood, rubbing the slight bulge beginning to show while have a bigger one grind against her ass.
Salem plants kisses along the side of her neck while rubbing her cock against her butt, making sure she was dry fucking between her cheeks. The soft material did little to leave her mental images of shoving her thick, fat, meaty cock into Raven's butt. Just the thought of churning her ass inside out, fucking her shithole with as much passion while leaving a gaping hole of cum, left her horny. Conquering and killing created a void for sexual urges to form and nothing to fill it.
"When you're done with what I've asked, I'll give a proper reward my precious knight. Maybe I'll let you have a long session with my own 'sword' in my personal quarters." Her cock hardens in between the Knights ass cheeks while she snuck her other palm into the woman's pants. Her hand rubbing against the girth and delivering a handjob. Raven tries not to squeal and grits her teeth to contain her moans.
"Oh~ I can't wait to give you the proper reward you deserve my little raven."
-0-o-0-
The sun was setting behind the horizon, the light of day was now entering its slumber to begin tomorrow morning again. The smell of the surrounding swamps laid thick in the air, brutalizing those with a good nose. The tents planted firmly in the ground stood roughly 6 feet. It housed many hunters capable of fighting against the Grimm and white fang soldier, should any happen to them. It's been exactly 4 months since the kingdoms fell and Morales haven't improved much.
A shadow zoom past the bushes, blitzing through the trees as sounds of a beast dying was heard. With a loud thud, that scares the birds out of their nests, the smoky remains of an Ursa dissolving. The figure emerges from shadows, cover in the dirt on her shirt, and strap her weapon back to her waist.
"Anything left to report before we head out again?" asks Blake. She and Sun had encountered one another during a raid on a nearby White Fang base not far from here. She was trying to find leads as to Adam's location. Her search started off in Vale and drove her from the city to small villages, not yet conquer by the foul beasts.
Another person comes from behind her. "No, that should be the last of them. Let's go back to camp and rest for tomorrow okay? Everyone is getting ready for the upcoming battle," said Sun.
He's tired from the recent encounter and wants nothing then to rest for the evening. His clothes are in a bad care. His pants with rips at ends with sprinkles of blood around the knees. His once vibrant hair, shining yellow, now hung down wit strands hovering over his eyes. There was a long scar on his bottom lip from fighting a Deathstalker during the battle of Beacon. He even manages to stop wearing his shirt openly now that he was more serious. This war has taken its toll on the youth and had hardened them into warriors.
"Then let's not waste any time standing here then." Blake trails back to the camp site. Her mood degrading to the point where socializing with the other hunters was for naught. Just the thought of all that she had been now buried under rubble almost drove her over the edge.
Her friends are separated and the once peaceful organization she dedicated her life too, now runs rampant, controlling the demons their meant to fight. As for her partner…
"Yang." she thought. Just what would Yang think of her after she swore never to run away again?
Upon arriving and seeing a bunch of no-names gathering around the campfire, she heads in the direction of her tent, ignoring the laughter and chit-chat between folks. She steps through the open tent, taking one good look around and saw nothing but a bed and a couple of crates with a candle light flickering.
Undressing down to her bra and panty, Blake took hold of her yukata from on top of the boxes and wore it. Setting aside her weapon near her bedhead, she blows out the candle light and embraces the comfort of sleep taken its hold on her. Her final thoughts on entering the abyss were of a boxing blonde whom she came to care for.
"I promise, I'll make this right Yang."
-0-o-0-
Sweat pouring down her forehead did nothing but remind her of the position she's in. The cold blustering wind lashing out at her hand made the feel of her fingertips numb. The figure in front of her, standing above her sunken head, added fuel to the rage going off in her cranium at this point. She wanted to thrash and break anything in her sight, to unleash this raging storm brewing within, for a chance at finally making some decent progress.
The reason for such a firestorm is burned ins way into reality?
It was none other than the fact of how horrible her life had ended up. As a mere child, her mother left without a word, abandoning her and her father to loneliness. Her second mother died going on a mission.
There weren't specifics as to what happen, but there wasn't a body to bring back. The male figure in her life regresses to a hollow shell of who he once was, swallowed in self-pity for losing both his wives. Even her little sister left her behind, ready to go off on an adventure to put a stop to all the madness around her.
"Yang, are you even listening?" asks the man. Taiyang Xia-long, hunter, and father of Ruby Rose and Yang Xia-long. The man had yellow color hair, matching his daughter, wit a beard grew on his chin. The man wore a set of casual clothing consisting of a plain white shirt, dark blue hoody and brown pants.
"If you have time to lay on the ground, then you have time to get back up and hit me." Taiyang walks away from the fallen form of his daughter. Placing himself exactly 10 feets, he readies into a stance for the ongoing spar. His daughter needed to get faster, stronger, better if he wants her to survive. The towers have fallen, and the kingdoms are long gone.
Getting up, if barely, Yang positions herself with her fist out in a boxer stance. Her heart beating rapidly as she forces herself to breathe in more than her lungs can take. The arches in both the arm and leg muscle scream at her to sit down, to take a step back. She refuses it and focuses solely on taking down her old man in a fight.
Being crippled with one hand only made her more determine than ever.
Without warning, Taiyang skyrockets himself towards his daughter, leaving a small crack in the ground as he propels his fist towards her stomach. Yang, despite being tired and exhausted from earlier, manages to move out the way and attempts to kick against his chest. He blocks and grabs hold of her by the ankle.
He brings her into the air before slamming Yang into the ground, causing her back to cry out in pain from the brutal beating. Yang grits her teeth and pushes the sensation aside to regain some bearings. Getting back up she goes for a leg sweep, only for her father to jump and flip back.
The dragoness shoots forward and before her fist swings at his face, she feigns the movement and kicks at his side. The look of surprise on his face did not phase her at all. Contact was made but instead of a body hitting the floor of dirt, Tai blocks the strike with an upraised arm. His body turns, wind hitting her face hard through sheer force.
*Smack*
The feeling of the dirt meeting colliding with her face is painful. Aura was meant to soften blows, to act as a shield and fuel our semblance, however, she long ran out of it and continued fighting. She no longer wanted to just rely on her semblance alone, knowing what the consequences are. A skilled as she is, those who hurt her family and friends are even better.
Is this why they left her? Is this why she was abandon so many times? Is this why Blake turn her back on her?!
Her eyes lit up red and the bright sunny hair engulfed in flames. She knew that failure was all that would occur, but even so, she did not care in the slightest. Spitting blood from her mouth, Yang stagger backs up, crushing her fist together as though there was an object in it. Yang charged at him again, this time with 4 strikes.
Left, Right. Up, Down.
Each one, a combination of punches and kicks, meant to down their opponent in one hit. Tai smirks at his daughter's determination and counters each hit. As she flips back with fire in her eyes, Tai almost saw a Raven in her.
"Okay, kid. That enough for today. It seems you're improving," said Tai. Consistently training Yang in the usage of only using her left arm. Walking, Tai holsters her up with her free hand and leads them back to a small cabin located not far from a village. They had to left Patch for it was overrun with Grimm and didn't want to risk the chance fighting them.
"You think Ruby is okay?"Yang ask. Her depression was still there along with the rage but the sisterly instinct she acquired over the years still felt worried about Ruby's safety.
"Of course, your uncle Qrow made sure to watch over her."
It was a small building with a single bed and kitchen. Tai slept on the floor as per usual while Yang occupied the bed.
While her father took the floor, Yang's mind wanders elsewhere while she embraces the soft cushion of the mattress. The moonlight was barely shining through the night sky, passing through the transparent glass windows. It gave a Yang the clear view of the broken construct that hung high over Remnant.
Her head on the pillow, taking in the scent while in deep thought as to what she can do now. Her father mentions earlier that she could get a replacement soon after he found the rest of the pieces needed to build back a new arm. It would have the same functionality as her old weapons. That thought only brought her back to a memory she wished she could forget.
The night at Beacon when it was attacked, she came to help her partner as she heard the young girl scream out. When she arrived, her vision was a man with red hair, Grimm mask, and a sword standing over her Blake. What was mentioned next in her rage was a blur and the aftermath was a missing hand bleeding from the cut, her partner saying she was sorry, and the destruction of her home.
Just thinking over the course of the events made the brawler clutch her teeth in anger. Smoke leaks from between her fingers. While closing her eyes, Yang thought back to the phrase she heard during that night.
"I'm sorry, Yang."
"No… no, your not Blake."