...Hey~ everyone, I'm alive!

Sincerest apologies for the lack of updates, the last two months had a lot of things occur outside of my control that disrupted my writing habit and I'm still not completely back on top of it. Luckily this chapter was already in progress so I could at least have something to work with. For any of my readers that have been waiting for Fallen Snow to update I will be working on that chapter next and plan to have it out before the end of the month.

This year has been far more bizarre than I think anyone could have anticipated, and the last two months especially. I can never guarantee that I can release at a certain time but I will always do it a quick as I can manage. I'm sure many of you got used to my frequent updates and worried if I had dropped this after not seeing something for so long, but don't worry on that front. If I ever did, and I'll be very clear that I have absolutely no intention of leaving this or Fallen Snow unfinished, I would post and reveal any reasoning for such a decision.

That all said I hope you all enjoy and I'll see you at the end.

Bullets whizzed by as Kura slid across the ground, a flap of his wings propelling him up as he took aim with his railgun. Lightning sparking from his wings, he fired a bolt straight at Tyrian's head; the scorpion faunus bent backwards to avoid the charged projectile, completing the revolution backwards he sprung to his feet as he laughed maniacally.

"Good! You're faster than you used to be! What promise you hold! I can see what our Queen surely must have when she accepted you!"

I hate sparing with this psychopath. Kura thought coolly to himself. What an eyesore. It makes me want to agree with humans that faunus are animals when I deal with freaks like this.

Tyrian rushed up as Kura fell. In response, he split his weapon back into kamas as he swiped down, locking blades with man. In a blink, he saw the man's tail rise up and strike out. Hair rising as he felt energy course through his body, Tyrian's eyes shot wide as he diverted tail at the last moment before jumping back.

The man relaxed his posture as he called out: "What marvelous improvement you've made in only a short few months. I might need to start treating you seriously soon or there might be an 'accident' that befalls me, hehehe."

Kura sheathed his weapons as he glared: "Are you implying I don't know restraint, Callows?"

The man's eyes flashed a dangerous purple as he strolled up casually: "Do you~?"

From the entrance of the sparring grounds they felt a presence and turned to face it with a bow as they heard a voice float over to them:

"Tyrian, I trust you aren't attempting to provoke young Kura for any purpose outside of training."

"Of course not, your grace!" The scorpion tailed man replied, as he looked up at the grimm queen with reverence. "It is only ever my wish to help young Kura improve as you instructed me to."

Salem barely seemed to acknowledge the response as she looked over to Kura: "You've made good use of your mythical nature. The true magic you hold in your blood is your greatest boon over those with mere semblances, but you will do well not to rely on such power solely. That is why I chose Tyrian to be your teacher, to give you an opponent that would cause you to grow."

Still bowed, Kura replied: "Mr. Callows is certainly skilled, Madam. He finds new ways to 'test' me almost daily."

He could feel her gaze as she listened, before it disappeared as she turned and began to walk away: "Good, you'll be grateful for the experience in the future. Now come with me, there are things I wish to discuss."

Kura's attention snapped up as he hurried after the immortal, falling into step behind her as they returned inside the castle. There was silence between them for a stretch, growing deafening as Kura waited for Salem to address him. He began to wonder if she was waiting for him to speak, when she finally broke the silence:

"I sense that you have a question for me? Speak, Kura, you need not fear speaking out of turn when I've already stated I wish to converse with you."

Bowing his head he thanked her: "You're very gracious, Madam. I was curious as to how Cinder is doing. Are her studies going well?"

Salem hummed: "Ah yes, her curriculum has taken precedence over further training her martial abilities. According to Arthur, she has taken to it quite well, though she will be occupied with them for a while yet. Ensuring she is educated will make her all the more useful. Though I imagine that is not what you were concerned about."

Kura shook his head: "Cinder is strong, Madam, I'm not worried for her. We've been here for three months already, any fears I had were dismissed after the first. I am more curious as to why you desired to speak to me."

"You are an oddity of the world, Kura." The grimm queen began. "I have lived longer than you can conceive, and still I only have the barest of understandings of mythical faunus like yourself. You aren't the first one to ally with my cause, but I find it fascinating I have never seen nor heard of two faunus with the same mythical traits. In each age they appear, almost all become the source of a few new legends. I wonder what yours might be."

Salem's lips rose slightly as she turned back to look at him, Kura's breath caught at the slightly lidded look she flashed him for only a moment. With a slight cough, he attempted to focus his thoughts away from what he believed had to be his mind playing tricks on him.

"If you are looking for information about mythics from me, I'm afraid that I don't possess much. The legends of people hunting those like me gave plenty of reason for those who raised me to teach me that I was to keep my abilities and existence to no more than rumors. At least until such time that faunus were able to raise their status from being treated as second class citizens."

Waving off his comment, she replied: "I expect no such thing from you; if I haven't been able to grasp how and why faunus with abilities like yours come about in my many years, then to expect others who have experienced far less to solve such a mystery would be absurd. No, instead, I'm more interested in discovering the scope of your personal abilities rather than something so arbitrary."

Like the gaze just a moment ago, the tone of her voice sent Kura's mind reeling at the word 'personal'. Running a million miles a second, ideas of what she meant and actually desired flit by so fast in his mind that he couldn't process one fully before another took its place. He blamed his hormones for their non-discriminating nature, affected by the ageless woman before him that looked to be only in her late twenties before stricken with immortality. The ruby veins contrasted strongly against her alabaster skin made her appear older, but he could still tell that her body itself still held tight to that youth.

Smooth, unblemished… beautiful.

Kura snapped his head towards the wall as his mind ran down a road he refused to follow. He cursed the fact he wasn't older, less afflicted with bodily compulsions which were likely to get him dropped in a pool of grimm ichor considering the target of his errant thoughts. Trying to distract himself, he attempted to focus on other things, even other targets to aim these feelings towards.

Cinder first came to mind, considering she was the only other female he was currently close to, it made sense; but there was no spark. He just couldn't look at her in that way, she felt like a little sister more than anything. There could be something more, he certainly cared for her, but it wasn't enough to direct his emotions towards her to rid himself of these feelings. But other than Cinder there was only…

No, even if it was something I'd be willing to concede to be true, there is no point in thinking of her. It will never happen, and it isn't a fantasy I'll let myself indulge in. Even the threat of grimm pools isn't enough for me to entertain that idea over thinking of the Madam. I refuse to—

Salem's voice broke him from his thoughts: "You have been silent for a while, Kura. What troubles you?"

Attention returning to his liege, Kura bowed his head: "It is an insignificant thing, Madam. Not something worth bothering you over. Just some stray thoughts of the past that distracted me for a moment."

She looked at him with a hint of amusement: "Oh yes, I do believe you will hold up to that claim of being a suitable scout."

Looking perplexed, Kura could only reply with: "Forgive me, Madam. I don't believe I understand."

Pausing their walk, Salem turned her side towards him and explained: "You avoided my question, but in a way that attempted to placate me and appeal to the status I hold. Many with a silver tongue will often use it to make up for a lack of something, but you use it much as one would a scalpel, with precision and speed to diffuse any tension that could arise. That requires intelligence and keen perception, all valuable skills for gathering information from the unsuspecting. I imagine it will make you very effective when I begin to give you directives."

Keeping his calm as best he could, Kura answered: "I am thankful for your praise, Madam. Please be assured that I will accomplish any task you set for me."

Salem resumed walking as she replied: "I've been pleased so far with your progress. Your character is especially unique from those that have served me in the past; it is refreshing to experience something new after so many years. Idealism that is almost childlike, but with conviction to hold to it even in the face of danger. Many would say that a trait like that is foolish, but I've seen many that accomplish well beyond what is imagined of them because of similar virtues."

He heard the melancholy in her voice, as though there was further meaning to her words he lacked the context to grasp. Kura didn't dare ask, considering what he had grasped of her nature over the last few months, Salem did not speak of the past; not even to reference failures or triumphs. The only thing he could say for certain is that she had some silent expectation for him, one that he prayed he could somehow live up to.

Continuing on, Salem spoke: "I've had many enemies, Kura. You could very well have been one of them if fate had prevented our meeting until later. It is a truth of life I have witnessed many times over, that people are fundamentally opposed to change when they have established a 'norm' by which they can live; though that is not to say it is impossible, it simply requires patience. From what you have shared of your past with me, I imagine you understand what I mean?"

Well, this is certainly an interesting topic to broach. But to what end? Kura thought to himself as he answered:

"To bring someone around to an idea, it needs to be done slowly and change their perspective in ways they don't realize have occurred until it is too late to revert back to before. Depending on the outcome, such tactics work to be liberating or incredibly vile."

Kura couldn't help the bite in his words, and Salem certainly noticed: "Is your bitterness towards something of the past, Kura, or do you hold some distrust for how I intend to bring about a new world?"

Freezing in place, Kura watched as Salem's crimson gaze slowly turned towards him, waiting for his response with quiet judgement.

I really put myself in a lose-lose situation just now, didn't I? Well, honesty at least gives me less of a chance of ending up in the past tense.

With an audible gulp, Kura replied: "Forgive me that I must admit it to being somewhat of both, Madam." He maintained his formality in hopes to give himself a better chance of not making the situation worse. "The White Fang never succeeded in bringing about change slowly, but neither do I agree that violence and strife bring about anything favorable. For bringing about a new world, the kingdoms must first fall, that is a given, but how that will succeed can only be observed retrospectively. I believe anyone would be a fool to understand this and not have some trepidation of how it might be achieved."

With careful scrutiny, Salem said: "That was quite eloquent, and is true in its majority. I can not blame you for some doubt, blind faith is a tool only fools equip themselves with to be wielded by those more understanding; making them excellent sacrifices, but poor allies. Continue to doubt for the moment, Kura, I will give you all the reasons you will need to prove to you that the world you desire will and can only come about through me."

She turned away from him and continued on, telling him as she walked away: "I am satisfied for now with our discussion. Continue to better yourself, Kura, and I'm sure you will surpass my expectations."

He watched her turn the corner and disappear from his line of sight, before he finally let out a deep breath and leaned against the nearby wall for support.

Not daring to speak aloud, he thought to himself: I can't tell if I should be glad that I could say such things to her face and survive, or worried for the reasons she allowed me to; either way, I need to be careful when I'm around her. Her presence is dangerous enough, especially considering the extra effect it apparently has on me.

… why can't I help the fact I feel somewhat excited by it?

Salem gazed between the members of her table, each one waiting patiently for her to speak. Her eyes lingered on the youngest two, Cinder wearing a beautiful red dress that suited her far better than the white smock that she had arrived in, and Kura next to her sitting with his wings slightly relaxed as he appeared to almost be dozing in his seat with his eyes shut; though she knew that was far from the truth.

He had grown more reserved around her since their discussion a couple months ago. It was cute in a way that he seemed to believe she hadn't noticed the looks he cast her way. There was the occasional subordinate that displayed amorous desires towards her, herself even making use of it to inspire greater devotion; but there was an aspect of Kura that made his gaze unique. A purity that she enjoyed for how different it was to many others she had surrounded herself with in recent centuries. It made her want to keep him close, to see what would occur.

With the magic in his veins it brings up such a nostalgic feeling, similar to if he had been one of my own. A ridiculous notion, but one I can't seem to ignore. A handsome young man that has great promise. I wonder if…. Enough, these ponderings can be dealt with later. There are more important matters at present than trite fantasies.

Her slight movement caused the rest of them to focus their attention towards her as she addressed them: "I believe we've been idle long enough. There are a few years before the Vytal Festival will be held in Vale, but preparations need to be put into place now. Hazel, you've had some success in speaking with the headmaster of Haven. Where do we stand with Leonardo Lionheart?"

With a nod the man spoke: "Prof. Lionheart has proven to have remained loyal. Though at present has not been able to provide much more than general information on Ozpin's circle or any plans that might exist in opposition to our own."

Oh Leonardo, always the cautious cat. Your guilt must be eating you alive.

Salem gave a small wave at the information: "So long as he does his tasks when asked then that will be enough. Tyrian, you are to continue looking for Spring in the meantime. While we must ensure the acquisition of Fall by the festival, operating in Vale is a double edged sword that we have no need to risk at present."

With a gleeful squee, the faunus man's eyes were locked on her: "As you command, your grace."

Such devotion, and while not completely sound of mind, I can't deny that he is brilliant. Able to see my true goal after a single discussion. Ah, such a familiar expression, zealous worship. Though it does tend to grow boring when surrounded solely by it.

The voice of Arthur Watts pulled her out of her musings to say: "Your grace, may I inquire why the children are being included in this conversation?"

Salem looked at him with some scrutiny: "I fail to see the point of your question, Arthur. Both young Cinder and Kura are here because they are part of my table, and I had called for all of you. Do you believe that their ages harm their ability to converse and offer up input?"

Clearly startled by the blunt questioning, she watched the man quickly swallow as he tried to explain himself: "I…! No ma'am, of course not. There was simply the matter of that their training is still ongoing, so it made sense to exclude them until such time that they could be given missions of their own."

You are intelligent, Arthur. But your prejudice towards those you see as below you will come back to bite you one day.

Shifting her gaze over to the two youngest of her table in question, she saw that Kura had cracked a eye open and at catching her look took a breath before speaking up himself:

"Even if it is still early for us to accomplish tasks for the Madam, be it for lack of experience or any other reason, there is nothing stopping us from offering up ideas to help shape any future plans towards success. There has been a lot we've had our eyes opened to from the maidens to the relics, but our mindsets can also offer a viewpoint that might be overlooked by anyone more experienced. If we were to fail over a simple oversight then I'm certain we would all be lamenting not having accounted for it."

Ah that silver tongue again, trained at making a point without being inflammatory; an arduous balance to strike. Yet he never seems to use it for manipulative purposes, but rather pushing precise goals. Oh Ozma, I can just imagine how you would have used a tool like him, maybe even tried to shape him into a possible vessel; instead, I can use him for my own ends. But first, I need to ensure his loyalty lest he be swayed in the future.

Salem watched with some internal amusement as Watts knit his brow before giving a rebuttal: "Well so you are quick to claim, yet neither of you have offered any such thoughts this entire time."

Such contrast, even put slightly off step Arthur and you start to flounder. It leaves you far more exposed than when you can hide behind a screen. Salem thought as she noticed even Hazel and especially Tyrian focused on the discourse between Kura and Watts.

Kura tilted his head to the side in slight confusion: "There was nothing to be said while the Madam was asking her questions of all of us."

Now seems opportune to defuse this. Salem thought as she raised her hand to catch their attention as Watts opened his mouth to retort.

"No need for hostility among allies. Kura, I noticed your attention seemed directed elsewhere during most of the talking before now. What thoughts were you keeping to yourself?"

The spark in his eye told her he realized what she had just done, but simply nodded before speaking again:

"I was considering areas where we are lacking in information. Atlas has been tight-lipped about anything military related since Watts' 'departure'. Vacuo is generally difficult to deal with because of the independent nature of its people. Mistral holds the largest population on Remnant, so anything we accomplish there needs to be done slowly and carefully to avoid detection. Then there's Vale, difficult to operate in but also where the most needs to be done. It is hard not to cause a stir there for most of us sitting at this table, except of course for Cinder and myself. We are, by the nature of being unknowns to Ozpin, the most suited to accomplishing our goals in that region."

Watts sat back with a look of disregard: "Yes well, that would be accurate except for the fact neither of you are prepared or have completely proven your loyalty. Cinder's education alone will need to continue for another two years before she is prepared, and that is not including any martial training she still will require."

Salem watched the young girl in question deflate at how long her preparation would take, but for what was intended for her no shortcuts could be taken. Kura on the other hand looked outwardly calm but she could feel the shift in essence around him as his emotions boiled within. This was nearing its peak, any more and she would need to intervene.

To his credit, Kura's tone was level: "Asking for proof of loyalty from someone who betrayed their own kingdom is rather ironic, Dr. Watts. I can agree we have preparations to complete, both of physical and mental natures, before we would go to Vale, just like we still need to plan on how to deal with any of the other kingdoms. Considering those plans to be made will involve Cinder and I, it only makes sense for us to be included to help craft them. After all, the only one who truly knows a person's limits is themselves."

This will dissolve back into sardonic jabs between the two at this rate. There is a simple fix to this, and one that will grant me the opportunity to enjoy exploring more of Kura's character without any judgement.

Watts slammed his fist down in response to Kura: "All the more reason for—"

"Enough." Salem's voice instantly silenced the room. "Arthur, it is my choice to include them, not yours. And Kura, seeing as your loyalty has been put into question I see it as a fine opportunity to vet you more personally. You are to come to my chambers later this evening. Alone."

With a slight nod the avian faunus answered with a terse: "Yes, Madam."

Rising from her seat, Salem began to walk by them all, pausing only slightly at Kura to reply:

"Good."

Kura strolled down the hall unhurried, in no way eager to make it to his destination. Hours had passed from when he had been told to see Salem and he knew that he had no option to refuse her request. How she planned to 'vet' his loyalty he had no idea, but considering how ancient she was, he was certain she was capable of assuring that betrayal was a rare occurrence whenever she took a personal interest.

What interest I provoked in her I haven't the faintest idea, and I don't know what she wants out of me either. If this were any other situation, lacking this much information would have me just walking the other way, but that isn't an option here… well, not one I'd likely survive if I were dumb enough to run away. Her presence alone should be able to tell anyone with the slightest bit of intuition that she is not someone to forgive betrayal. Makes me wonder just what goal Ozpin has that stands in opposition to Salem's for him to have gained her ire.

In his idle ponderings he briefly forgot he wasn't alone, but a curt cough served to remind that Cinder followed just behind him. She looked at him with an expression that clearly showed her annoyance and unease, as she addressed him:

"It'd be nice if you actually spoke to me, Kura. I haven't gotten to see you in weeks."

He rubbed the back of his head with an embarrassed laugh: "Sorry sorry, a lot on my mind, I'm sure you can expect."

Cinder looked at him with worry as she asked: "Will you… be alright?"

Kura paused and stepped over to lean against the wall: "I expect to be. Salem is fair beyond all else that I can say. Rather, I wonder more for her exact reasons to call for me. To more or less say that my loyalty was put into question is plainly just a pretext for something more, but I doubt she'd use such a thing if any of the others knew what she was going to do."

"That's not exactly comforting, Kura." Cinder chided, walking up to him with crossed arms.

Looking slightly down at the younger girl as she stood just in front of him, he spoke coldly: "I'm not trying to be, Cinder. You're more than the girl I first met in that hotel, and you need to be more still to survive what lies ahead. I care about you, but that doesn't mean I will be capable of always being there for you; you need to be able to do that for yourself."

Cinder looked away at his callous words, biting her lip to refrain from lashing back because she could understand the 'why' of his intent; not that it made it any easier to hear from the person she admired most. Turning fully away, she replied softly:

"Don't upset the Queen, please."

He gave a slight nod even though he knew she couldn't see it: "I don't intend to."

Watching her walk away was hard on him; he knew she understood his words but there was obvious resentment for them in how quickly she stalked away. He couldn't help the sigh that escaped him as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Ideals are a wonderful thing, but thinking we can be some sort of 'inseparable pair' isn't something I can let her hold on to. Not that breaking that dream makes me feel good by any means. I tend to feel like I'm much older than her, it feels like it's my responsibility, but there's only a couple years between us. That will probably feel like less than that when she starts gaining confidence in herself. She already holds herself much better than before, soon enough that outwards confidence should be internalized so she can stand on equal footing with even someone like Tyri… actually scratch that, equal footing to Hazel; that lunatic weirds out everyone short of the Madam I'm sure. Cinder will become independent eventually, and a formidable force even before obtaining magic from the maidens.

Though I don't really expect any of it to be easy.

Having stalled as long as he knew he could, Kura pushed off the wall and continued on to his destination. Winding through the halls he finally stopped as he found himself before a pair of ornate obsidian doors. He had only seen them one time before and that was when Hazel had been instructed to get them acquainted with the castle's layout.

Mirror imagery of depictions of grimm fittingly marked the doors as the entrance to Salem's chambers, though what lay beyond them he had no clue. Based on her nature Kura in part expected grand luxuries to be spilling over every corner of the room, but in another he could imagine her remaining modest and not finding much worth in ornamental frivolities. Either way it changed nothing, but the question was simply his own attempt to stall further as he couldn't help the hesitation in the face of the unknown beyond the inky doors.

Raising a hand to knock, Kura froze in place as the doors swung slowly inwards as his fist was just before the doors. From within he heard the distant voice of Salem call:

"Enter Kura, I've been preparing for your arrival."

He entered the room slowly examining this new space with all the intrigue it brought. It turned out that his expectations were both somewhat proven true and false together, as the main space of Salem's chambers were extravagantly large but not filled with treasures nor barren. There were furnishings that were beautiful for their woodwork or carvings but nothing that could be considered garish or gratuitous.

Laid in the center of the room was a large round canopy bed that could easily have held a half dozen people with room for comfort, dressed with crimson sheets against the ebony wood that served as the bed's frame. Off to the side nearest to the only window in the room he could see a small table that held an immaculate tea set that fit Salem's royal air well. Dressers, a small table with a mirror, a wardrobe, all things that would be expected in the living quarters of someone royal; though to Kura, none of the items were so excessively flamboyant that they altered his perception of Salem.

In taking all these things in as he entered there was one thing missing: the grimm queen herself.

As he stood in the center of the room, the doors he entered through slammed shut with a loud bang before he was left in silence for a few moments. Opposite the side of the room with the table and tea set, he had observed another door that led to what he assumed was her bathing chambers. From that entrance he heard Salem's voice call to him:

"You may sit on my bed for the moment, Kura. I believe you will find it more comfortable than the other furnishings in my room. I will be with you shortly."

With some stiffness he called back: "Yes, Madam. Thank you for your kindness."

There was a black sheer curtain hung around the bed that was gathered just enough away to sit on its edge without needing to pull it aside. Kura sat on the mattress with some reserve, its soft but firm texture had him imagining that it must feel wonderful to actually sleep on, but he was becoming more unnerved as he sat waiting for Salem.

Every fiber of my being is telling me I shouldn't be here right now. Like every aspect that is supposed to make me comfortable just makes me feel all the more anxious. It wouldn't surprise me if the Madam planned things out purposefully for me to feel this way. She wasn't angry that I'd come so late, not present when I entered the room, directed me to where she believes I'd be most comfortable, and is that… humming?

Sure enough there was a soft melody that reached his ears, its tranquil nature gave no real insight into Salem's temperament but certainly served to make Kura's mind race as it tried to decipher any intent from the tones that reached him.

Heh, it's like I'm putting myself through an interrogation with the stress I'm manufacturing from nothing more than blind speculation. If this keeps up all I'd need is one sharp mental shock to my system and I doubt I'd have any walls left up to contend with any manipulation the Madam might induce.

Folding his hands in front of his face as he leaned on his knees, he tried to calm himself: Just relax, I've put my faith in the Madam's plan already, there is nothing for me to say but the truth. She'll speak with me, I'll answer, and give her no reason to doubt me. This was primarily just for show to end the argument between Watts and I in the first place, any scruple the Madam has towards me is probably no greater than she holds for the rest. She just took it as an opportunity to get me behind closed doors. Likely so she does not negatively alter perceptions towards her among the others based on reasoning none but her have the experiences to comprehend.

It's not as though she did it for merely personal reas—!

His thoughts were interrupted as the sound of Salem's humming increased and caused him to straighten and look over as she entered the room, subsequently causing his brain to shut down as he took in her appearance.

Large swaths of her ivory skin were vainly obscured by a thin black sheer skirt that was split down the middle as it flowed down from the bottom of jet black lace cups greatly emphasizing her bust. Even the crimson veins that flowed across her flesh served only to accentuate the qualities of the negligee that clung to her. Eyes dipping lower, Kura's cheeks bloomed with heat at the scant use of lace which served to conceal her loins.

Her apparel sent his mind reeling. The connotations of it all had his thoughts in complete disarray that he failed to make a sound as she sauntered up to him. Her eyes lidded with an unmistakable intent as she finally addressed him with:

"Good evening~."

Yonder

Well things are certainly bound to arise next chapter. Hehe

WRW

You act as though they didn't here at the end.

Yonder

Hey I never said that, now did I? I'm just the editor, I see everything after you've created it. I had absolutely no influence on what you decided to do.

WRW

Next chapter will definitely be decisive to an extent. I'm letting you all know now that this story is M for a reason. Any intimate relations will be optional to enjoy, though you might lose slight context of what occurs afterwards without it. It will only be a part of next chapter so make sure not to skip it entirely.

Yonder

Fallen Snow fans are going to be shouting 'Where's our happy-fun-times scene!?'. Hehe

WRW

We'll find out in the comments, though I can say that it should be expected to happen eventually. This story's flow just made it more appropriate to have it happen sooner.

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