Chapter 3 P: Raven Piercewing
(Raven POV)
Cursed. That's what everyone called me, I never knew why, but they always told me it was in my eyes…the proof it was… that I held a curse. Everyone could see it…they just… never knew the meaning of it.
Abandoned. I never truly had a name, I was found by a blind couple, they never saw my curse, they just knew who I was by my personality. They named me a ridiculous name, one I've buried long ago when they vanished as well; I chose a new name, one that was never known before, remaking myself to a new identity. One so they couldn't find me.
Isolation. I wasn't completely antisocial, I enrolled into a combat school, I wanted something out of life, and it just had to be a huntress. Internally, it was combating; I was fighting myself, what I desired with what I was. I didn't want to work with anyone, they just feared my eyes. I was alone with no friend in this world.
Wings. No one ever notices my black-feathered wings after they see my eyes. The wings marked me as something different, a Raven Faunus. Although most of the time, my wings are folded back and hidden, they help me whenever I'm in a situation when I could always need them but at other times, I wished I was normal. I almost threatened myself to cut them off, until I felt the pain myself without cutting through, just a tiny nick, but I was still able to fly afterwards, but I did not want to have to endure it.
Patterns. Every time I was to fight against a classmate, I recognized their pattern, their style. As time passed by it became easier for me, I adapted to go against their fighting style I became unpredictable over time. That was both a good thing and bad thing, it was good for combat, yet however, the bad thing was that I wasn't getting much practice as I wished I would get.
Grimm. The Creatures of Grimm, they were the monsters humans and Faunus have been fighting against since the world started. I was connected to the Grimm somehow. Not in a way that I could turn into one, just where I could understand them. Sometimes it was death rants; sometimes I understood them as if they were just an ordinary animal instead of a deadly, monstrous creature.
Books. They interested me, confused me and sometimes, comforted me. They led me to a world I could understand, feel sympathetic for, and in any ways, it lead me to a world that I wanted to be, a world that wasn't this one. If only I could feel happy about living in this world, but honestly I can't.
Haku. She was a species of Grimm that was very uncommon, very unknown and very abnormal; Haku was actually the friendliest Grimm you would ever encounter. Haku was an undetermined species of Grimm, a feline Grimm, but small enough to resemble a house cat, like the ones some kept as pet. On her face was a mask that had the red markings like others, a trio of swirls on the forehead of the mask and a streak on the cheek parts of the mask. However, what proved her to be a Grimm was her mask, black fur and the back armor she had.
Beacon Academy, I was accepted to go to the academy, but I couldn't part with Haku. So I met up with Professor Ozpin before the school year started.
"You wanted to see me?" he asked.
"Yes, it's about pets, I have one, but I have no family who could raise her for me," I said, "I already saw that certain pets were permitted but Haku is…different."
"Different how?" Ozpin asked just as she leapt into my lap.
"Can you see how different she is?" I asked.
"She's a Grimm, an unknown species to be precise; all I ask of you is, is she violent and out to kill others?" Ozpin asked.
"No, she's friendly, like an ordinary cat," I said, "she's one of the very few who ever keeps me company."
"Well I can make a few exceptions, but if she truly means that much to you then you could bring her with you, under one condition," Ozpin said.
"What is it?" I asked.
"She has to wear a collar with a bell that she cannot take off no matter what," Ozpin said.
"I understand that," I said.
With that, the next day, I was able to persuade Haku to wear a collar, and go onboard the airship in a pet carrier under the condition that I began wearing some sort of colorful clothing of course, blue jeans, mahogany boots, a green shirt and jade green vest with twin tails that are separate and longer at the back. I did however keep on my black gloves.
My weapon of choice was forged by myself, an Axe/javelin/spear, Midnight Wing. It had a copper-colored axe blade that had a trio of silver colored feathers on either side of the shaft on the blade. The shaft was a mahogany color and under the axe blade, was a trio of bronze-colored pieces of metal that looked like leaves, two closer to the axe blade overlapping the third, all three pointed away from the top of Midnight Wing. The rain guard was five wings, two bronze colored ones at the bottom pointing to the side in the direction the axe's blade pointed, two copper ones pointing at an angle upwards to the axe's blade and a red one pointing straight up the shaft. At the top was a single red piece of metal, in the shape of a feather, pointing up.
My name is Raven Piercewing, a Raven Faunus with the black feathered wings to prove it, with ebony-black hair in a ponytail and blood-red eyes. I want to keep my secrets closer than any friends I ever make. But I do however want to study the Grimm more so everyone could get a better understanding of them, even if it means becoming a huntress.