Two years later, Cheyenne would never forget Blake Belladonna and her partner Adam Taurus. The day she was taken from her home, mere seconds before she would of had her clothes torn off in the back of a van, a black figured appeared in the road and made the driver swerve and stop. A moment later, a red blade shot through the back doors.

She would never forget the disgusted look that they hid underneath their Grimm masks. If it hadn't of been for Blake, Adam had told her he would of killed them all. But instead, he just carried her back to a White Fang base while she cried the whole way there and Blake found her way to the rest of the Faunus unlucky enough to fall into positions like Cheyenne had and saved them as well, shutting down their whole operation.

They two had brought her to this place, trained her to fight, gave her an Atlas riffle which had been greatly modified for her special uses, but most importantly, they gave her a home where she could sleep peacefully at night and eat as much as she liked even though it was never more than a meal a day.

Of course, she thought about her parents every second, but with what had happened, she highly doubted that they were still alive. She felt she was better not knowing if they were or weren't. Because if they were and she found out, there would be no denying it. She should of been able to give them a much better life.

So she went on, training and learning with other Faunus who also had terrible lives and suffered like her in the past as well. But one thing always made them different. One thing made her and Blake different.

Both of them cared deeply for human lives still.

After Blake had snapped and finally left the violent group set on equality in a way that shatfered his soul, Adam went to Cheyenne, constantly breathing over her neck and wanting her to become his second. He wanted another Blake, one just as good, and Cheyenne couldn't handle the constant pressure that came with it. He needed someone he could call his own and love again, love in his own way, but Cheyenne would never be able to fill that role.

Plus, at the moment now, Cheyenne was going to have no more of that world she spent two years in. After today, she would be gone. Today was the biggest raid on a Dust shipment they had planned in a while and she had one job. One small job. Kill the drivers and take over the train while other Faunus took care of the rest of the so called problems brought with to protect the shipment from Atlas.

Cheyenne was standing ontop of the cockpit, her jaw clenched as she stared down. If she didn't take out the conductors, then this train would end up where it is headed and everyone on this train, everyone she spent the last two years with, they would all be put in jail. Or worse if they were taken in by the military.

What was she suppose to do? She could feel her insides twisting and turning. Deep down, she thought she was going to be extremely sick. She tried to weezle her way out of this job by talking to Adam, but that only achieved her seeing the angry and demanding side of him. Sometimes, she really did wonder if what Blake had told her about Adam being different a long time before was even true.

Cheyenne took a shaky breath, gripping the hatch with one hand aa the other held her riffle strap that held the weapon across her back. She could do this. She couldn't let her second family down. So she slowly opened the hatch, then stopped as she heard the sounds of the two men talking. One was going on about his wife while the other talked about his three kids. Neither of them had any idea of what was happening in the previous cars.

She felt her hand starting to shake as she quickly shut it, the hatch snapping closed. Both men glanced up at it, shrugging before going back to the controls. Soon enough, the train would make it to Vale with the dozens of criminals on board.

And while those Faunus would be caught and taken into custody, a certain deer Faunus would be sprinting away while hiding in the shadows of the city. She would do her best to not be seen until the light from the sun slowly faded into darkness.

While she didn't want to, Cheyenne had to steal apair of brown boots, a tan shirt, a white vest, and a white pair of shorts once night fell. She couldn't just keep walking around town in her White Fang uniform. That was madness. She was already insane enough to run from them. As always, they would find her. They would track her down, realize she wasn't actually taken into custody like the rest of her brothers because she betrayed them, and they would kill her. That was just how it went in a cult like the White Fang.

She just grimaced as she ran out of the clothing store, hearing the alarm go off. She could hear Adam's voice in her head calling her a damn idiot for doing what she was doing. But she just could not pretend she was fine with what the White Fang was doing. What she was doing. What he was doing. Of course, she believed in their cause and making society equal to both human and Faunus, but the way they had been taking care of things since the new leader took over, even though they were working, they were completely awful and inhumane. They were acting like the animals people thought they were.

And she could not play along with their twisted little game any longer. She wanted as far away as she possibly could from this group amd their actions even if they gave her a place. She didn't want to be kept on a chain and told what to do especially if that meant taking a life. But now, she was free from all that. Well, as free as she could ever possibly be.

Adam would probably snap farther down into his bottomless hole now that she was gone. He would most likely go back to obsessing over Blake and trying to find her. She just prayed whenever he did find Blake, or her, that he wouldn't be too harsh.

It didn't take long for her to run all the way into the Emerald Forest, quickly changing out of her dreaded uniform while putting on the new clothes. Cheyenne then started a fire, quickly tossing the uniform and mask into it. With all her training, she wasn't even panting at this moment. The White Fang really knew how to turn someone from the mess she was into a fighter for freedom and justice.

Cheyenne gave a sigh, sitting down by the fire as she stared down at the Ursa mask which slowly started to crack. This was the end of that era. She had gone from dirt poor to wanted criminal. She was going to do something with her life now and nothing was going to stop her. She just needed to find something she could do to try and make up for everything she had done. Or at least help those who were less fortunate like herself when she was younger.

With a small sigh, she pulled her riffle around to her front, staring at it. It was a solid black which reminded her way too much of the White Fang and the things she had witnessed. She set it aside before laying back with a faint grunt.

Perhaps she could redesign it with something. Or anything really. At the moment, all she had were the clothes on her back and her weapon. It was then Cheyenne heard the snapping of twigs which which made her freeze.

Slowly, she looked over to her right, her head rolling in the soft grass. In the midnight air she could faintly see a pair of red glowing eyes. She gulped as a bit as an Alpha Beowolf came into veiw from the golden flames from the fire.

"Oh no." Cheyenne mumbled softly, slowly reaching over for her riffle as she very cautiously stood up. Her eyes never averted from the beast and when it gave any sudden movements, she would completely freeze for several seconds. Sure, while living outside of the Kingdom walls from time to time she had learned how to fight and kill Grimm, but this was a practically ancient monster. It had lived hundreds of years and was smart and tactical when seeing prey.

She gulped softly, gripping her weapon tight as she took a step back. The Alpha Grimm showed it's teeth, the spikes on its back seemingly growing larger. It was then Cheyenne smiled slightly. If she could kill the creature of the night and take those pieces off it before it could decay, it would look awesome when she decorated her riffle with it. Plus, she needed some sort of protection and an Alpha Beowolf's armor had to be second to none that she knew of.

"Alright," She took a deep breath, still trembling slightly as she readied herself. "Come at me." The Grimm immediately charged at her with out the slightest hesitation.

Twenty minutes later, Cheyenne was panting softly while resting on her knees with her weapon on the ground in front of her. She couldn't help but smile though at the pile of claws, spikes, and the mask from the Beowolf. She knew she would be sore later on, but right now, she was going to sleep. And after she was well rested, she would use the left overs from the Grimm to make her her rifle look less criminal like as well as pads for her shoulders, forearms, and shins. It wouldn't be much, but it would be something. And as always, she would be thankful for it.