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Beta: Snow's Cage

It stank. The moldy smell of Dust decaying stung his keen nose— the traces of Fire, Ice, and Lightning Dust aggravating his senses. The gloomiest weather Mistral could offer stewed around him: hot, humid, and cloudy. It felt sticky. Gee. Thanks, Mistral.

Skoll would find no rest in the White Fang's main hideout. After all, he was now on Atlas's list of 'Faunus scum to be hunted', a 'threat' to be put down or captured on sight.

He carried the limp heiress on his shoulder. He didn't trust the others with her, and for the plan to work... it had to be done personally.

To keep his oath to Winter Schnee... was probably a death sentence. The Heiress of Remnant's most powerful Dust Company was simply too important to the mad bull-Faunus that led the White Fang. Adam would not stand by as Skoll made his escape with Weiss.

It was hard enough by himself. Add on an uncooperative, almost comically obvious white-haired non-Faunus to the mix, and escape became suicide.

But no. He had to do it anyway. How unfair.

Weiss was light. It was a pleasant surprise to the battle-weary Faunus; he thought she'd be heavier, 'burdened' with all her riches and luxuries. Yet it also reminded him of a scary aspect of the heiress: her fragility. If she had no aura, Skoll could've broken her into glistening shards of crystal. Hell, he wouldn't have been surprised if Weiss was made of ice.

For practicality, he had to lift her bridal-style. Her slim legs dangled as her head lolled repeatedly off and on his right shoulder.

Skoll had to admit she was beautiful, almost angelically so. But looks alone were not the way to trap the dog Faunus's heart. The only reason he was 'rescuing' her was because of his promise.

He hoped that Aire would understand that much, with the way she was glaring daggers at Weiss. He also hoped he could tell Aire he wasn't interested romantically in her without an eruption.

"How was Atlas, Skoll?"

Adam's reluctant right-hand Faunus turned to face his leader— an imposing masked bull with hair the color of stained blood. "Terrible. They've made it smell like a s***ty Dust refinery up there. It's even worse than here, and we're in Mistral."

One of Skoll's underlings spoke up. "Yer' right, leader. All f'er getting the blasted Schnee chick. Can I-"

"Not now. Wait till her execution. Then you can have your fun... hopefully before you have to do it with her remains."

Enthusiastically, the horse-Faunus underling nodded, salivating at the thought of violating the princess of ice. After all, her skin was perfect, and her body (for a cold-hearted teen) was hot. She was irresistible.

"... Execution?" Adam questioned, placing his hand on the hilt of his crimson blade.

The Beta Tiger was prepared. "If we're trying to show the world that we mean business," he started, "we should make her execution public. We'll hack the CCTS. Put her on display for all of Remnant to see."

Being the mad bull-Faunus he was, the Alpha Tiger of the White Fang nodded. "Sounds perfect!" he replied. "In that case, I give you full authority to make this work. Do not fail me."

Success. His chances of survival marginally increased. A small smirk cracked the stoic visage his face displayed. He now had personal control over Weiss Schnee's condition. Stage one went all according to plan.

It was the first behemoth hurdle of many he had to overcome. But things were looking ever so slightly brighter. With the trust Adam had in him, Skoll was free to plan his escape.

He felt sorry for Aire. She'd have to pick up the slack when he disappeared. She would have to deal with a fanatically crazy leader that distrusted her and who would no doubt make sure her life was a living hell.

"Get a usable bed and some chains," Skoll ordered as he shifted Weiss's position in his arms. "Those glyphs of hers are annoying."

The loyal grunts promptly brought out a 'cozy' mattress, reeking of alcohol and smoke, and tossed it into the filthy cell. With a sickly grin on his face, grunt number one presented the mottled-brown haired Faunus with rusty iron chains.

"All's ready for some bondage." He reported disgustingly.

Skoll sighed. These White Fang members looked as if they'd been completely brainwashed by Adam.

"Get her an actual bed— something you'd sleep on— and some new steel chains. Rusty chains can be easily severed by a Huntress, even one that's only in training." He lectured. "And if you really wanted to break her, you'd build her up and then tear her down."

Having a more welcoming environment—even if it's still a prison cell— will help me convince Weiss I'm really on her side, and allow me to plan the escape more easily. Having Weiss healthy will also make the escape faster.

His subordinates nodded in sick understanding as they moved out the furniture and found some high-quality metal links. They gleamed in the old lights of the former arms factory, as the grunts attached them to Mistral-produced Huntsmen-grade handcuffs.

A muscle of a buffalo Faunus handed Skoll the key. "Her' the keys for the Sch'ee brat, Beta Tiger," he reported as his muscled hand let loose Weiss's future freedom.

His smaller, but no less powerful right hand (or paw?) grasped it. A piece of metal that made the plan work. Skoll could finally make it home...

But home left me for dead a long time ago. Nobody would ever love the runt of the litter, even if he's the eldest.

On that self-depreciatory note, he opened the containment cage's door and laid the heiress down carefully onto the clean sheets. Relieved of her weight, Skoll then breathed in deeply, taking note of the scents around him.

One was new to him. It was perfume mixed with sweat and... tears. A pure scent of ice pear deflowered by her fear and sadness.

He thought he was done crying, ever since he left an unwelcome home. But he cried in guilt for ruining her life.

The heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, the wealthiest business to ever exist in all of Remnant, awoke on a soft, clean bed. Its smell reminded her of home–impersonal, perfect, and cold.

She jolted awake, only to find herself face-to-face with the Faunus who'd stolen her from Winter. The Faunus who'd taken her from Atlas, who'd snatched her from home and tore her from her life. His red, Grimm-like eyes stared at her menacingly, filling her with so much despair and fear, it could bring a reckoning of darkness upon everyone.

Myrtenaster flew from her fair waist, forced into her left hand as she lunged forward, its tip soaring towards her enemy's throat. The elegant blade parted the air as it made contact-

Only for it to suddenly veer off course, hitting the metal bars of the cage around her. It clanged loudly, drawing the attention of a White Fang guard, who laughed in mocking humor.

"You'll ha'fta do better t'an that, you Sch'ee brat," he said. "We'k lady like you d'un stand a chance 'ganst Boss h'ere."

Weiss scowled as she forced herself to stare into Skoll's eyes. She soon realized why her attack failed- he had grabbed her wrist and redirected her blade harmlessly to the side. Any more, and it would have been a textbook disable.

She lunged forward, leading with her left fist in a poor imitation of a good punch in an attempt to make him pay. But alas the chains restrained her, forcing her to stop.

"Just... do it. Kill me," Weiss spat bitterly.

Skoll chuckled in amusement. "And let you go so easily, Miss Schnee? I think not. After all, I've been waiting so long to talk to you. It'd be a pity if our time together was… cut short," he replied in a civilized, suave voice. Had it not been from a frustrating fanatic Faunus, she would've been flustered.

His grip probed momentarily before suddenly tightening, snapping Weiss's hand open and letting Myrtenaster drop to the cell floor. It hit the concrete flooring, like how the heiress's hope hit rock bottom.

"Well, I'll le've y'u and Boss h're," the grunt cackled, leaving his post. After all, it was time for break: alcohol and Via... wait, what was Remnant's version of a libido pill!?

Curse the authors.

Almost convulsively Weiss shook, flailing to break the dog Faunus's grip.

"Hey. Chill-" Skoll started.

Weiss struck again, this time managing to solidly sock him in the jaw. All it did was hurt her delicate fist- right between the knuckles was a cut.

She didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. Not when she'd never be free.

The Faunus tried again. "Snow White, are you listening?"

Quietly, she whispered "No".

"Say that again?" Skoll asked as he scooted closer, just outside of her personal bubble.

Another punch made him turn his head ever so slightly to the left. It hurt Weiss's hand even more. But at least it did something.

The oppressive Grimm mask fell off his face. Weiss slid back in surprise, not horror.

She had expected an ugly Faunus drooling over her. He should've been disgustingly muscle bound. His face should've been covered in scars, and his gaze should've been like hellfire.

Instead... well, he was sort of cute.

What am I doing... I shouldn't be thinking like that! He tried to kill me!

By no means was she attracted to him. His face, at best, was above average- barely. Yet there was something she couldn't put her finger on...

Was it his hair and Faunus ears? They were both mottled in all sorts of browns, from teak to tan. His hair was so messy that she had the urge to straighten it out. And his dog ears?

Cute.

Weiss slapped herself to prevent herself from being lost in his fluffiness.

Was it his eyes? At first, they were dark and foreboding. Yet instantly, they became honey-brown, a warm color that emphasized the gentleness within. They stared into her sky-blue ones, observing and nothing more.

Finally, he let go of her wrist and took out a little plastic box from his pocket. A first-aid kid. Opening it, he extracted what he needed: gauze.

He gestured towards himself, telling Weiss to come closer. The heiress refused.

Sighing, Skoll scooted forwards before gently taking her left hand and examining it. He experimentally touched around her knuckles and palm to see where it hurt.

At least the heiress could see what she'd done. Her eyes immediately spotted a light bruise that began to form on Skoll's left cheek.

The cut. It stung and made Weiss almost grit her teeth together. Skoll took the gauze and pressed it firmly against her knuckles.

"Your punches are terrible, madam," he said in that unforgettable, slightly husky voice of his.

Weiss only glared at him.

The dog Faunus laughed, smiling at her. "And the madam, the daughter of a corrupt CEO, says I'm not a gentleman."

With her free shackled hand, the heiress pinched Skoll's left cheek between her thumb and pointer finger. "Say that again, dog," she warned.

"I would, but the princess won't let me," Skoll replied jokingly.

She tried to lunge at him, but the chains again stopped her. The White Fang leader noticed and quickly bandaged her cut.

"Easy there. What do you need?" Skoll asked, gently.

"Go away, please," Weiss groaned. "Just… keep your distance, mutt. I feel ill, and you are not helping."

Skoll stared at her, unimpressed. "And you say that when I just gave you first aid. Thanks a lot."

A scowl almost bloomed on the heiress's face. Weiss didn't want to give Skoll the satisfaction of breaking her. "But you captured me, you pretentious 'gentleman', and plan on ra-"

"The grunts are going to do you, not me. And it's not today, and I'm trying to be nice to you, madam," the White Fang leader interrupted.

"And does it make any difference?" the icy younger Schnee sister said. "I won't be dead."

"You wish you were that lucky."

"I WANT TO GO HOME! I WANT TO BE AWAY FROM THIS- THIS HELLHOLE!"

Weiss began crying, her resistance failing as she tried to wipe away her tears. They continued to fall as her sobbing continued, ringing throughout the containment ward.

She couldn't handle it anymore. It hurt, her life held in the hands of the White Fang. The atmosphere around her seemed to shatter her, as if grinding her down into slivers of ice. They broke her so easily.

For an ice queen, she could feel the cold, too. It only reminded her of how alone she was.

Warm arms wrapped around her, gently rubbing her back. They comforted her in a way she wished her father's stiff wrap would do. She willingly laid her head down on Skoll's shoulder, drying her tears with his jacket. Slowly, she moved her hands up to his shoulders and gave him a little nudge.

Wait, I let him hug me, didn't I?

Weiss's face exploded in all sorts of reds and pinks as she started battering the dog Faunus with weak punches. Skoll let her do so.

"The hug wasn't romantic, Weiss," he started before the heiress hit him with a nasty backhand.

Skoll sat up straight before blocking another slap with his left forearm. "Hey, listen up-"

"W-Why should I, y-you-" Weiss managed to stutter out, still in shock at what happened.

"Ruffian, mutt, mongrel, criminal, terrorist, and White Fang leader?" Skoll replied, finishing her sentence. "Because..."

He carefully glanced around him for other Faunus. None were there.

Ice-blue eyes stared into distracted honey-brown eyes. Weiss saw worry, patience, and fear.

Skoll leaned in carefully. "I made a promise to your sister to break you out," he whispered, his eyes dead honest.

The Schnee couldn't believe it.

"Liar," she hissed smoothly.

He rolled his eyes. "More like traitor, Ice Princess. You realize I'm risking everything for this, right?"

Weiss glared at him. "There's no way your leader is that bad," she said, desperate to convince herself.

"He's a hardliner hell-bent on killing all the Schnees and everyone related to them, he wants to rid the four kingdoms of humans, and believes he's the hero of all 'true Faunus' even though he's willing to murder his own kind. Plus, he's criminally insane and damn good with a katana." Skoll replied evenly. "Adam is crazy, to lightly put it."

"Anyone can say that," the white-haired teen countered.

Somehow, it annoyed the dog Faunus. "Just listen up, human. The more you argue, the worse it'll be for the both of us. "

"How can it get any worse than this?" Weiss asked, sarcastically.

"Oh, I don't know. Forced feeding from both ends?" Skoll replied. "That was the original plan. You're lucky I convinced Adam."

The white princess proceeded to get comfortable with the bars of the cage. Only one thing was missing: a dance 'round the pole.

Skoll pulled her away from the bar, sighing. His patience was running out, and he had a lot of it.

Weiss only writhed in his grasp. Harder, better, faster, stronger. It did no good against the White Fang defector. But one word did break his calm, making him slam her into the walls of the cage.

Runt.

There was frustration in those honey-brown eyes, corrupting it into a near-black brown. Then there was shame, and those eyes became light again.

He let go of her fair wrists as he looked down. Weiss almost wanted to say sorry.

Almost.

It was too late to apologize when Skoll left the cage.

Night fell soon after and Weiss was still up, worrying. For the rest of the day she saw no sight of Skoll.

The food here was decent. No doubt it was Skoll's doing. And her treatment by the grunts was at least somewhat nice, a thousand times better than that of the buffalo Faunus. The stares were as discreet as possible.

And finally, her cell. Her bed was clean and functioning, and the floor within the cage was spotless. That dog Faunus knew how she liked her space... and managed to give it to her.

Her situation would've been much more grim without Skoll.

As she sat alone in her prison, all she could do was sigh and regret. If only he was here...

"Dammit, what do I do now..." a new voice began, unaware of her presence.

Weiss's heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she sat up straight. Another Faunus is monitoring me- no, wait...

He sort of sounds like Skoll...

The bars of her cage vibrated a bit as the Faunus slammed his head onto it, as if beating himself up. His voice was normal, human- unlike the deep and foreboding tone he had earlier.

"Winter, why did you give me such an impossible task... Damn you, Schnee," Skoll murmured, unaware that Weiss was snooping on him. "I've messed up."

What little light entering her cage allowed the heiress to see him in full view. Weiss watched a different side of him emerge, one that was careful, honest, and stressed.

If she looked beyond his White Fang status, Weiss would've said he was adorable. And his words...

Those ears were in reach of her hand. This time, she followed her instincts and began scratching them, kneading them.

Skoll instantly sat up straight as he took a sudden breath. He turned ever so slightly, his honey-brown eyes watching her in amazement.

Then he sighed as he leaned on the bars, his eyes closed.

"How are you so good at this?" he whispered, in that normal voice. Weiss preferred him to keep it like this.

The heiress flushed in embarrassment. She just did it.

"I don't know," she admitted.

Skoll again let out a contented sigh. "See, that's the Ice Queen I like. Someone who gets they're not perfect. Like me. A whole lot relatable now, eh?"

"Oh, shut it," Weiss sternly said as she kept on scratching his fluffy ears. "Just be quiet and let me enjoy this."

He shut up.

But he didn't stop his plan. Skoll reached out and placed his palm onto the heiress's snow-white hair. His honey-brown eyes stared daringly into her sky-blue ones.

"Do you trust me?"

Weiss's eyes closed as she sighed. "No. Not yet."

"Will you ever?" he pushed.

"Maybe never..." the Schnee said. "I mean, what's going to prevent you from saving your own hide. You've told me about Adam. Why go against him?"

"Weiss, you know I'm pro-Faunus rights. It's just that I can't see myself under Adam's bloody banner," Skoll replied. "He's about killing all the humans, sure. That's already radical. But then he talks about tearing down each and every one of humanity's creations, or at least "repurposing" it for Faunus use. That's basically leveling Vale, Atlas, Mistral, and Vacuo."

"Wouldn't you be safe, then?" Weiss asked.

The dog Faunus shook his head. "Nobody's safe from Adam's madness. He'll do a purge of the White Fang ranks someday."

Weiss played a bit with his hair. "I can't trust you then... I mean, it's a sad story, but... I can't believe this out of nowhere."

His hand stopped petting her. "In that case, I'll need to make a temporary blood contract. An oath of loyalty."