Ch 27: Fly The Coop To Meet You

Dove had been enrolled in Signal for a few months now. She had learned rather quickly she was absolutely terrible at ranged combat but her hand to hand and close combat skills were advancing faster than anyone in her year even this early. She had designed her weapon, like every other student had, to compliment her strong suits and help with her weaknesses.

Knowing since her childhood what her father used and that she was going to use the same thing, she built herself a scythe. The blade was sharp on both sides so that it could be used for swings and thrusts. The staff could be reduced or extended into a full length for more distance or a short length for close quarter range more like a long bladed sickle. Within the staff she had developed several pressure plate triggers for gravity dust chambers to turn herself into the ranged element with the weapon rather than firing projectiles.

The weapon had a very white blade, the staff black with accents of a very vibrant almost pink, neon red throughout the blade as well as accents of icy blue that was so bright it seemed to glow in the black areas of the piece. She had named it Reaper and it struck fear into her classmates like the namesake. Of course it wasn't perfect in its first draft but time would eventually lead to improvements, this first version alone was already fairly amazing.

Many attributed the quality on the first try to the fact Dove spent so much of her childhood around advanced students at Beacon, constantly exposed to weapons of high grade and classes and students of advanced skills and knowledge. It was probably why her intelligence in class was also so exceptional aside from her lineage.

It didn't take long for Dove to start hunting down everything at Signal after she got here about when her father was a teacher here, especially since other staff members who were still around today took one look at her last name and couldn't help expressing their thoughts, good or bad. Between her scroll research on his missions and people's personal feelings on him, she was building up an understanding of who he was and this only made her want to know him even more.

Many teachers seemed to have comments too about the way the girls seemed to fawn over Dove, comparing her to her father in that way. It didn't help that with only her red eye showing at any given time they often told her she had her father's eyes that ladies would fall for. Dove had once considered maybe they should shut their mouths because she was probably a bit young for those comments but then she considered the camp fiasco and never tried to correct anyone.

Of course now that she knew she apparently had "appalling" interests in sex she was in no way interested in trying anything with any of these girls. Sitting at lunch, as they all sat around her trying to chat with her and each other, Dove leaned her head in her hand and hid her boredom behind a fake air of contentment, 'What is the point of even trying anyway? I'll just end up frustrated and miserable. Plus all these girls are frivolous and so… boring… might as well just play along though so at least I can get through these three years as comfortably as I can.'

Dove was fairly good at pretending to care and be friendly with people. She had easily faked her way through popularity between her skills, her looks, and her facade of her pleasantries. That was not a skill she inherited from her Father she learned it was definitely something she had learned from her mother. The skill to make face and be the person in the room you were expected to be to get where you needed to or wanted to be for your benefit.

It was apparently a very ingrained Schnee skill for better or worse that even her Aunt Weiss had that was hard to get rid of. That being said, Dove had to admit it was incredibly useful. She had been here for only a few months and already it had gotten her everywhere she could ever need to be. Even teachers who hated her father who had it out for her adored her now. She could easily get anything she wanted from any staff member or student and she didn't even have to try. Powerful skill indeed.

There were benefits to students drooling over you as well, she supposed. For one, if she wanted information on anything she couldn't get herself, all she had to do is sweet talk anyone who knew and they would easily spill any information she wanted for her attention. If a student was particularly difficult to squeeze, Dove wasn't against lavishing them with a bit of physical attention either until they squealed on what she wanted to know. She never would go past making out with someone but with how girls seemed to melt to her that was often more than enough.

She could also use these efforts if she wanted anything from anyone. It was terrible and she knew it but Dove was just looking to make the most of these three years and if she was going to have to be burdened by these thirsty twits she would find a way to make it worth it rather than just be annoyed by it every single day. Three years is a long time for such headaches after all. One thing she never did though was use any of her wiles or skills to cheat or steal any course work. She was quite proud of her ability to get through school itself on her own.

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At the end of classes, Dove walked over to a teacher once the room cleared. The woman glanced up at her from her desk with a smile, "Ah Ms. Branwen. What can I do for you my dear?"

Dove glanced at her scroll a moment before putting it away, "If I wanted to find out if my father was currently out on a mission or not, how would I go about doing that?"

The woman seemed a bit confused, "Well couldn't you just ask him dear?"

Dove gave a charming smile, "Well you see his scroll is broken and my parents do not live together. I live with my mother so there's not really an easy way for me to find out you understand."

The woman nodded, "Ah yes. I can understand your mother on that one that's for certain. If I were your mother I wouldn't want to see him much either. Well… you could try to see what his status is on the Huntsmen logs. Usually those are only accessible by other liscensed Huntsmen but I might be able to get you in for a bit, our little secret."

She gave a friendly wink and Dove gave a kind smile, easily believed no matter how fake it was. The woman logged in on her computer as Dove moved behind the desk to look on with her until she scrolled to his name. There next to it was the status, "Well there you are dear. It appears he is currently off duty. I imagine he is probably home or in some bar somewhere."

Dove hid her annoyance at the way this teacher so easily talked about her father to her, grinning and thanking the woman before heading out. Once she was in the hallway she let the facade fade and her natural resting face tinged with her irritations revealed itself. All these women that worked here always had such negative things they let slip about her father to her as if that was just an ok thing to do about someone's parents in front of them. She hated such unprofessional behavior.

She couldn't figure out if it was better or worse that they all thought she knew her father and he was part of her life. She pulled her scroll from her pocket as she turned a corner heading for the dorms. They were optional at Signal but it did make things easier with her and her mother since Winter was often so busy at Beacon. Luckily for Dove, her roommate was a girl so uninterested in Dove as they come so she could at least be free in her personal space when she got to her room and let much of her forced farce to drain away.

Her roommate also wasn't much of a people person so Dove didn't have to pretend to care about anyone or anything around her, something Dove was incredibly thankful for as it meant she could just be left alone and relax in her room. Not that this stopped girls that had interest in Dove from coming knocking often but if she let Wendie answer the door it was even better because that girl scared most people away anyways. If she answered she could just say she was busy and Wendie was in and the girls would quickly go away.

Wendie was not one to pretend to get ahead and made it very known to others she hated being bothered or even talked to unless she approached you so she was, in Dove's opinion, the perfect fit for a roommate for herself. They left each other alone and actually got along with one another quite nicely when they did talk, a healthy respect for one another.

When Dove saw some of her fangirls down this hallway she quickly doubled back and took a different route, in no mood to play nice with them right now. She had luckily gone unnoticed and when she came into her dorm and let herself fall back into her bed with an agitated sigh, she heard Wendie chuckle from her own bed, her gruff voice breaking the silence, "Rough day in your land of make believe Queen Bee?"

Dove rubbed her face and nearly growled as she let out her stress, "You know I hate it when you call me that."

Wendie just laughed, going back to her homework, "whatever. I actually don't care anyway. Just keep it down over there. I need to pass this next test."

Wendie was somewhat of a gothy faunus covered in tribal tattooing and piercings, two black as night ears that seemed like some sort of cross between wolf and horse out the top of her head surrounded by braided locks of black and dyed hair that made interesting color twisted in of blues, teals, and purples going down to her waist with the sides of her head shaved in more intricate symbols, her eyes an intense almost threatening shade of orange that felt it could burn into your soul and not in a good way and her skin was so bronze it almost seemed to shimmer like a dark gold in the light.

She wore a lot of sleeveless loose black cropped tank tops with wide neck cuts and black vests open in the front with low set cargo pants and combat boots, tons of handmade beading and woven bracelets stacked along her wrists and forearms from back where she was from. She also had fangs and the entire air she carried just emphasized her 'don't fuck with me' vibe. She never used her full name but Dove happened to know Wendie was short for Wendigo, Wendigo Stormchaser from a small tribe of nomads that once based their roots in Vacuo.

Dove rolled onto her stomach with her scroll and started trying to figure out where her father might be. This was about as much conversation she and her roommate usually had but they were both perfectly happy with that. Though sometimes Dove did think it was quite a shame Wendie wasn't interested in her because she was a lot more Dove's type than anyone else in this school and more than likely capable of giving Dove the experience she desired.

After a while, Dove sighed, "Hey Wen… if you were a drunk old bachelor that had no real responsibilities and still thought you were a catch where might you go in Vale?"

Wendie snorted as if amused that Dove thought she would know before she leaned back on a hand and bright the other to her chin to consider the question, "Well, my uncle likes to go to The Dipper near the docks. It's where a lot of those ol drunk bastards who have no one but their missions go when they aren't working. Mom's always dragging her brother back from there when he gets back from long ones. I bet you could try there. Looking for your ol man again?"

Dove just gave a single slight nod, tucking her pillow under her head to prop her head up as Wendie watched her. The faunus shrugged, "I mean if you got time I could show you the place this weekend. Could see if he goes there."

Dove turned to glare at Wendie with a raised brow, smirking, "You asking me on a date, Stormchaser?"

Wendie rolled her eyes, "In your dreams. But if you show up there lookin all pampered like you do someone is bound to try somethin on you. I'm just offering to take you. Don't make anything of it."

Dove looked Wendie over. Ok the girl was tall, like really tall and she worked out. Plus her very dark badass look helped. And Dove did tend to dress herself like someone to take home to your mother. And it was a ragtag bar with washed up geezers that were wasting their lives away so maybe Wendie had a point even if Dove was capable of protecting herself, "Alright, I see what you mean. Wouldn't hurt to bring you along."

Wendie chuckled at Dove's pride, leaning back on her pillow with her arms under her head, "What are you going to do if you find him there?"

What a question. Dove hadn't considered that yet. This was easier if he had a home address or something she could walk up to but a public place she wasn't even old enough to enter? She wasn't looking to humiliate him, she just wanted to meet him really. She didn't even have any expectations, "I guess if he's there, I just want to wait and see where he is calling home so I can go back on my own and try to talk to him."

Wendie didn't say anything. She understood. Her dad knew she existed but he had deserted her family when she was a baby and it was just her, her mom and her waste of an uncle so she knew what it was like to want to know your father. It was something of the only real topic they had in common that others weren't privy to, "What will you do if he doesn't want to see you?"

Her large ear flicked at the sound of Dove clenching her pillow and she turned her head just enough to see her as Dove was rolling to face the wall in her bed. She stared at the old plush crow Mr. Feathers that sat on the corner of her bed, poking it gently as she finally answered, "I guess nothing. I met him once when I was a little girl but he didn't know who I was and I barely had any idea at the time who he was. I was just a toddler. After that I had to watch him care about my cousins and never notice me. I don't think he knows who I am at all so I just want him to know I'm his… what he does with that… is his choice I guess. But at least he will know and I'll finally know what that means for him."

The two laid there in silence for a long time before Wendie hopped out of bed. She knew Dove was hurting even if the girl was too stubborn to say it. She walked over and shoved Dove over in the bed, "H-hey!"

Once she had not so kindly pushed the girl over enough she dropped herself into the bed and looped an arm around Dove, loosely hugging her, "Shut up and just appreciate this. It won't happen again."

Dove grumbled and rolled her eyes but Wendie was warm and she did appreciate the comfort because she was hurting deeply at the subject, "You are such a brute Wendie…"

She felt a horse-like snort on the back of her neck that made Dove's face go sour and felt Wendie's breath on her skin as her gruff voice gave warning, "I said shut up Dove or I will get up and leave you to your bitch feelings by yourself."

Dove was tempted to have the last word but silenced herself, deciding to enjoy the embrace instead. Didn't take much for her to admit to herself she might have the slightest of crushes on her roommate but she was more than capable of ignoring it knowing it would never be mutual. Oh well at least she got this and could call herself one of the few friends of the girl which that itself was a very limited club of very few.

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When it got dark out, Wendie nudged Dove a bit roughly, "Wake up dork. If we want to go, we should go now."

Dove grumbled, a bit embarrassed she had fallen asleep but rubbed her eyes as she sat up, glancing back at Wendie who was smirking, "Oh knock it off. You aren't that special."

Wendie launched out Dove's bed and stretched still grinning, "Say what ya want, you liked it and ya know it. You sure you needed to ask where to find a horny ol' man or were you just trying to sound like you aren't some thirsty birdie?"

Dove's glare could burn holes through nuclear bunkers, but it just made Wendie laugh and the two got ready before slipping out of the school without getting seen and headed to town. It wasn't too far of a walk from the academy and the docks were not much of a further walk either, the bar nestled into an alley. It looked like a place one might look for undesirables and thugs but was mostly full of depressed, washed up Huntsmen who refused to quit but had nothing left to live for.

Dove could see now though why Wendie didn't think it was a good idea for her to come here alone. There were lots of 'women of the night' hanging around outside that drunk men and women seemed to hang all over with no interest in personal space or consent of permissions to touch. Wendie watched Dove step away with a face of disgust as a man was slumping over one of them like a gross dog and the taller girl pulled Dove a bit closer to get her away from it, "These people don't really have anything to do with the money they make and they don't really have families. A lot of them won't have families because they are constantly surrounded by death. It's honestly sad actually. Try not to judge them too hard."

Dove squinted at Wendie a bit surprised by how sincere that almost sounded but she assumed it was her uncle Wendie was thinking about when she said that and tried to respect that and not pass harsh judgements in her mind of the rabble around them. She wondered if her father might still be living like this for those reasons. Wendie stopped at a window and peered in, pulling Dove next to her, "I see my uncle. I'll try to see if I can get him to come out. See if you see your ol' man while I do that kay?"

Dove nodded though she wasn't sure how good she might be at looking for him in such dim lighting through a tinted window inside a crowded bar. She had only really seen pictures online and in person from a distance. When she saw him as a little girl so long ago the memory was faded and fuzzy. Her eyes scanned around as Wendie was typing away at her scroll. She thought maybe a few figures could be him but it was so hard to tell. Maybe Wendie forgot she was not a faunus and did not have any sort of night vision so this was pretty hard to do.

After a few minutes, a man came stumbling out rather irate that looked like Wendie in race but he had wild loose hair cut at the shoulder and a long beard both graying with age with no similar facial structure and much more of a copper tone to his bronze skin rather than gold. His body was covered in scars and muscle and his own eyes were brown, "What ter hell Wendigo! Wh…y you here!? Ya mothr is gonna kill ya! And wo ter hell is…this tiny thin!"

Dove gave him a very offended look but Wendi just growled and shook him a bit, "Uncle Talou you're drunk! Shut up and listen before I call Ma to come get you 'kay?!"

He shut up, staring at her, "I'm waitin!"

Wendie rolled her eyes, "This here is Dove, Dove Branwen. She's my roomie at school. She's tryin to find her dad, Qrow Branwen. You know him? He here?"

Talou's head tilted to the side a bit, or rather seemed to more lull to the side, as he stared squinting at Dove almost so much it was getting uncomfortable, "Well I'll be damd… so she is huh? He eyes an evrthin. Ye I knows hm… he drinkin here tonight. Want me to get hm?"

Dove shook her head no and he scratched his about to ask when Wendie shoved him, "Thanks Uncle now go home while you can walk so Ma doesn't skin ya!"

He grumbled but seemed to listen, walking away from the bar in an uneven stumble. Dove watched him for a bit as Wendie was wiping her hands on her pants, "Is he going to be alright?"

Wendie glanced up, "Huh? Oh him? Yea he does this every night when he's home. He'll be fine. I already messaged my mom so if he doesn't make it she'll find him. This is pretty normal for him."

Dove raised a brow but Wendie placed her hands on her hips and spoke before Dove could poke into her life any further, "So what's the plan thirsty birdie?"

Dove let out a groan, "Stooopppp!"

"Seriously though, what do you want to do? Your call," Wendie asked more seriously.

Dove sighed and leaned back against the building, "Can we wait until he leaves so I can see where he is staying so I can come back tomorrow alone and talk to him?"

Wendie knew she didn't need to form it as a question but she could tell the question wasn't aimed at her. Dove was more asking to try to convince herself. The faunus shrugged and crossed her arms across her chest, kicking back leaning into the wall next to Dove, "Sure. Wouldn't be the first time I sat outside this place all night waitin for a drunk geezer before."

They didn't say anything to each other as they waited and yet it wasn't awkward at all. Wendie was fine with the silence and knew Dove was lost in her thoughts but if Dove wanted to talk, she would. Dove always did what she wanted to do, something Wendie learned very early on rooming with the girl. It did sort of make Wendie wonder if she should try to see what her dad might be up to these days but her situation was quite different. He knew where they were, they lived in the same town since he left though they had moved several times trying to stay afloat. He had never even once tried to find them which told her all she needed to know about if he wanted to see her or not.

Still, she wondered if he had a new family. Did she have siblings she didn't know about or was he out there wandering around alone? Was he happier now? Was he even alive? That last thought didn't give her any feelings one way or another and that made her realize she didn't care anymore, that these thoughts were more out of curiosity than longing. Dove's hand shaking her by the arm pulled her from her thoughts though as the girl was pointing out a man stumbling from the bar downing a flask, a torn up red cape on his back with black hair slicked back and red eyes just like hers.

"That's him…" Dove whispered breathlessly.

Wendie watched and the two followed him from afar, neither wanting to startle a drunk seasoned Huntsman and end up skewered. Eventually he made his way to a room at an inn as it started to rain. Dove wanted to watch a bit longer but Wendie took note of the room number and dragged the smaller girl away, "Dove we need to get back before the dorm watch notices us sneak back in! Plus we are gonna be soaked!"

Dove sighed and nodded weakly, dazed and biting her lip as Wendie dragged her back to the school. By the time they had made it back, the rain was pouring down and they were drenched. Wendie managed to sneak them back in past the dorm watch making their rounds even with all the noise their soaked forms made. She got Dove inside and sat her down on the floor, looking her over. Dove seemed lost a bit. She couldn't blame her. She had come so close to something she had wanted her whole life.

Wendie turned and looked through the wardrobes for Dove's usual cami and sleep shorts combo pajamas, digging out her own boxers and a dry tank top. She tossed hers on her bed and turned to Dove snapping her fingers in her face, "Hey, Dove, you in there? You will get sick if you don't change. Come on, I'll help ok?"

Dove looked at her slowly and Wendie could suddenly make out that in the wet of the rain water there were streams of tears on her face, "Oh shit Dove. Geez hang on ya?"

She left for a moment, while gone, Dove pulled her legs slowly to her chest fingers fidgeting with her knees. He had been right there. She didn't want to confront him tonight originally and not while he was too drunk to understand her but she felt so miserable not being able to say anything to him once again as if she had to be some back seat to his life that couldn't be allowed to matter.

When her roommate returned, she had a big towel and pulled it over Dove's wet hair, gently scrubbing it dry, noticing the hidden blue eye, "Woah… never seen that before…"

She draped the towel around Dove's shoulders and reached out, moving the mess of damp hair from Dove's face to reveal the icy blue hidden eye from under the white side of hair, "That's… really cool actually…two different colors huh?"

Dove glanced at her before looking away. Wendie kept trying to dry her off, towel rubbing along her shoulders and back, trying to distract Dove, "You know… my mom would say that our people would call that an omen. Like you were born a sign that you are walking two worlds in one, meant to exist in this world as some special form of those worlds blending together, for better or worse."

Dove was listening even if she was in a dark place right now. She knew already that Wendie was of a tribal people and they had their own ways and beliefs. She had always found it interesting though the girl rarely shared any of it with her, as they were quite secretive of the heritage. Wendie got all she could dry and looked at Dove, "Gotta get you out these wet clothes ok? Arms up yea?"

Dove lowered her eyes not wanting to watch Wendie as she raised her arms weakly. Wendie wasn't stupid. She knew Dove might have some sort of thing for her. She wasn't really all that interested in Dove to be honest but she had never really let herself consider anyone really. She wasn't the dating type and just figured that would make the next three years pretty weird. Right now she just didn't want Dove to be depressed and sick so while she was aware Dove might be unsure, she wasn't really giving any of that any thought for the moment so she could help.

She peeled the wet shirt and bra off Dove and as she grabbed the cami to put on Dove and slid it down she couldn't help seeing the girl and blushed a bit. The teen was quite shapely that was for sure. They had both turned fifteen between now and when the school year started but Dove definitely had Wendie well beat in assets, Wendie quite nearly flat in that department. The faunus got Dove to her feet and knelt, pulling the rest of the wet clothing down toned thighs as Dove balanced rested on her shoulders and as she removed the wet underwear Wendie tried to look away as best she could to be respectful but she was quite curious.

That curiosity just proved to her that Dove was beautiful pretty much everywhere, every inch of skin and she knew that now. Kneeling there she bit her lip and glanced up at Dove who was blushing deeply, looking away nibbling her lip in a way that was sort of intoxicating, "Wen… you know you can't just… this isn't fair to me…"

She wasn't sure why she suddenly changed her mind. Maybe it was how broken Dove suddenly looked, a girl who always could meet Wendie's harsh nature with her own. Maybe it was seeing her in such a way so bare and vulnerable. MAybe it was just actually spending time with her. Wendie didn't know but she stood, guiding Dove to sit back on her bed as she did, not bothering with Dove's other garments.

The faunus quickly tried to dry her wet mane of braids before tossing off her own wet clothing without any grace, standing there completely bare. The only asset worth any note that one might label as attractive would probably be her muscular ass and slender but muscular frame, the tattoos too if one was into that. Her chest was not flat enough to be non existent but enough to never need a bra of any kind. She reached and gripped Dove's top, pulling it from her.

She watched dove's blush darken with her stare as she set both hands on either side of her and leaned in, Dove backing up on the bed and the faunus climbing in on her knees looming over, her gruff voice a bit breathless as her eyes stared at Dove nibbling on her own lip, "Better?"

(For those uncomfortable with writing involving two underage teens in some intimacy with one another, skip ahead until you see another note like this.)

Dove nodded, shivering at how close Wendie was getting to her own face. Wendie leaned until they were inches apart and closing, watching Dove's eyes close before she took her lip in between her own teeth, biting into the nibbled skin, her fangs poking hard as Dove let out a whine, squirming some.

The faunus tugged at her lip a bit, ears flicking at another whine the girl released before Wendie released her lip and roughly pushed Dove to her back, eyes watching her soft body fall into the sheets hungrily as she leaned over her, Dove's hands above her head in submission. Dove was growing excited all over. Already Wendie was giving more than anyone had ever given her and it was not quite what she wanted but it was still more aggressive than any partner she had ever had and she longed for that.

She watched Wendie's nostrils flare as the faunus breathed in deeply the smell of Dove's ever growing arousal as the smaller woman pressed her thighs together beneath her, Dove's face flush at the sight of need growing in Wendie's bright orange eyes. The way her golden bronze skin shimmered in the moonlight made Dove quiver as the muscles shifted, the faunus lowering and biting her shoulder hard, fangs digging into the skin and drawing blood.

Before Dove knew it, two strong hands were gripping her wrists so tightly it made her head reel as strong thighs forced between her own, parting them around the faunus. Those teeth showed no mercy as they bit and scraped with hungry growls against her skin down to her chest, leaving punctures in the skin along the way before clamping over a hardened bud, tongue lavishing the sensitive bud as the hands pressed her wrists even harder into the bed.

Dove bit her lip, making sure she wasn't imagining this. She had not met anyone so far that was willing to be rough with her. It was driving her body crazy in ways she didn't know possible, ways she had only seen in others. Even if this was just raging hormones or an attempt to distract her from being upset or pathetic, Dove didn't care. She was just glad she might get to know what it could be like to just enjoy this. The pain of the teeth biting clean into her skin as the tongue teased sensitive areas of her breast was enough to make her soaked, body trembling delightfully in ways she had only ever done for others.

Wendie's name rolled in a whine off her lips, arching towards the faunus as she moved and snuck her teeth around the other nipple, Dove's body shaking and twitching in response. The faunus tightening her grip on Dove's wrists and giving a sharp tug downward, showing dominance and growling against skin at all Dove's squirms even though Dove could see shivers traveling Wendie's spine. In the bliss, Dove wondered if Wendie had been a loner because she too had tastes no one understood but as Wendie's teeth made their way down to one of Dove's thighs she quickly lost all ability to think.

In pure physical response to pleasure, Dove's legs parted for the Faunus and she moaned as teeth sunk into her thigh close to her center, tongue lapping at the skin in between the teeth as blood dripped, her wrists pinned at her sides by her hips. Wendie had no intention of giving her any use of her hands and Dove found she loved it. Her hips bucked slightly with a whine as the faunus teased her thighs with nips, bites and licks, warning growls coming as an order to be still.

It happened fast. Dove let out a delicious yelp that made Wendie tremble and purr as teeth latched into the skin just above Dove's core, fangs buried into the skin drawing blood as the tongue slid across the bundle of nerves and teased it with circles and suckles, ears folding back and eyes closed as Wendie buried in the pleasure of the sounds and tastes of Dove and blood mixing together under her tongue.

Dove was struggling to hold still, pleasure surging through her like electricity. Her head leaned back and eyes tightly shut. She tucked her legs over Wendie's shoulders and her muscles squirmed and trembled as she felt something amazing finally that she had chased during the summer camp and never once got. Her back arched as Wendie's long tongue ran through patterns around sensitive nerves and her brain fizzled out as it dipped into her, teeth still buried in her skin pulled so she could reach, the faunus moaning at all the mixed tastes and Dove's sounds in her ears as Dove felt her first orgasm, body tensing against the girl and moaning her name like a desperate cry.

Wendie didn't stop, squirming herself, hips grinding into the sheets and her sadistic desires driving her into bliss herself as she listened and tasted, until Dove was jerking away, whimpering in a kind of overstimulation she didn't want. Fangs released the skin and her tongue lapped over the punctures until the bleeding stopped. both panting, Wendie not quite done, sat back on her heels watching Dove, covered in her marks and a ragged mess that made Wendie squirm and groan, fingers drifting to her own core, thighs spread, stroking along her own sensitive areas as the sight drove her senses crazy.

Dove slowly leaned up, gently sliding herself over Wendie's lap even though Wendie growled at her, unhappy at losing the ability to relish in her work. Dove sat far enough back in her lap that Wendie could still see and licked her lips before rolling her head to the side, unmarked shoulder with perfect skin showing. Her lustful whisper striking a cord in Wendie that drove the faunus insane, "You call all that biting? I want you to hurt me, Wendie."

Dove trembled when she heard the deep hungry groan and felt the rapid motions of Wendie's hand on herself before she let out a sharp yelp, her own moan high and long as Wendie bit into her shoulder hard enough to press some of her flat teeth into skin, all of them causing blood. Dove gripped hold of Wendie tightly as she shook, sliding to press into the girl's thigh and grind down to match the speed Wendie was using on herself until the two were reeling, falling over the edge together in a mess of sweat and blood.

(ok it's over. Thanks for your patience!)

As they came down, Wendie slowly unlocked her jaw and released Dove, leaning back as Dove steadied herself on her lap, both staring at each other as they caught their breath. Wendie smirked, Dove narrowing her eyes, "Don't you dare…"

"You're such a freak birdie," Wendie chuckled.

Dove groaned, moment ruined as she slid off Wendie's lap and shoved her out her bed. Wendie was laughing, rubbing some blood off her lip and licking it off her hand making a show of it before she got dressed and tossed Dove her remaining clothing, the girl putting them on with a light blush, "As if you can talk Wen!"

The faunus just shrugged, getting into her own bed, "So, tomorrow's a Saturday. You should be able to slip out soon as you wake up. If your mom comes around to try to pick you up I'll come up with somethin. Get sleep so you can get out of here early dork."

Dove rolled her eyes and rolled over in a fake huff but found sleep came easy after her body was so easily worn into.

—-

The violent sunlight in her face was annoying but it was enough to wake her up for sure. Dove sat up with a groan, her body sore and aching from the night before. She rubbed her head and glanced over, jealous of her roommate so easily still sleeping. 'Lucky,' she thought as she got up and got dressed, blushing at all the bite marks all over herself.

They were still mastering pushing their aura to heal so she gave it a try but couldn't quite get all of them to go away. Still they were all placed in areas that were hidden, as if Wendie knew where she was placing them. Dove was sure it was no accident. She was very curious to learn more but that was for another time. She looked over at the old worn crow plush and grabbed it and a satchel with a few things like photos of her during important moments in her life over the years and such should he be interested, poking the beak tip of the plush, "Alright Mr. Feathers," she released a deep breath, "let's go meet Dad yea? Wish me luck."

She stuffed him gently into her bag and headed out, slipping easily off campus on a weekend charming people at the gate. She made her way to the inn, going to the number Wendie had written down for her and taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. At first, nothing happened. She wondered if maybe she missed him but then figured with how drunk he was maybe he just didn't hear her and tried again louder.

A sound of stumbling and things falling came from behind the door before heavy footsteps approached and the door flung open, the man angrily staring at her and grunting, "I heard ya the first time! What do you want, kid!?"

Dove flinched but then took a deep breath and steeled her resolve, standing tall, "I… just wanted to tell you that I'm…well… I'm your daughter!"

—-

After the initial shock had worn off and he wasn't stuck staring like someone had frozen him in time, and after having to repeat herself so many times any nerves over the situation had faded into annoyance, the two were sitting in the messy room at the small table, her hands in her bag squeezing the plush for comfort as he sat in the only other chair, staring at her red eye and unable to deny features he could see of his in her, "So… you're my kid?"

"Yes…" she said for the umtenth time with a sigh.

"And you're… fifteen you said?"

"Yessss," she was getting irritated.

He squinted at her and leaned in a bit. It made her look around a bit awkwardly, leaning back in her chair away from his alcohol breath. He slowly began to frown, "That tone… I know that irritated tone… There's only one woman that makes that tone at me…"

She rolled her eyes and he slapped his hand on the table, causing her to jump a bit and frown at him, "You're a Schnee aren't you!? I'd know that annoyed tone of voice and eye roll anywhere!"

She grunted, "I'm a Branwen actually thank you! She named me after you!"

He seemed a bit stunned and sat back down, his face confused, "After…but she never even told me I had a damn kid why name you after me!?"

"I don't know why don't you tell me!?" Dove yelled back at him, trying to stay calm as she gestured to the mess and empty bottles all over the room.

At this point, she pulled the plush from her bag and fiddled with it in her lap, trying not to get upset. She had tried her best not to have any expectations but she couldn't help feeling like he was letting her down somehow. He tilted his head and glanced at the stuffed toy, "Hey wait, wait a minute. I know that thing. You're….you're that little kid aren't you? The one that was with my niece and her wife that one time, right?"

Dove's eyes glanced back up at him nodding and his face softened as he really looked at her, seeing how sad they looked. He took a moment to think about how he had been behaving and rubbed the back of his head, "Look kid, this is just all a lot to hear first thing in the morning you know? I mean I hardly even see your mom much. I had no idea we had a kid. Then you show up telling me this. I would find it hard to believe but it's really easy to see it in you and the time makes sense from what I can remember. I guess… I'm not the best guy out there. I probably wouldn't want me raising any kids either and it's not like we had any… well. That's a talk for another time when you're older. Where'd you get that little guy anyway?"

He pointed at the plush bird. She rubbed her face a bit and set the bird on the table looking at it, "Aunt ruby gave him to me when I was a baby. Apparently she did it because of you but never could tell me that. I'm pretty smart though and I have my ways of figuring things out. I mean I found you didn't I?"

He chuckled, giving her a slight grin, "You sure did kid. So ah… I don't really know how this works…never had any kids before heh…"

Dove shrugged, reaching in her bag, "Never had a dad before… I brought some photos from my life… do you maybe want to see?"

He nodded, "I'd like that."

—-

Dove spent several days with Qrow telling him all about herself and getting to know him, helping him clean up the room and smiling as he called Tai to sort out moving in and getting himself cleaned up so he could try to see her more.

When she missed two days of classes, Wendie had tried to lie and say she was sick but after they sent a school nurse to the dorm and Wendie couldn't get her to leave, the school called Winter to let her know Dove was in fact missing. Unfortunately, Dove and Wendie didn't have each other's contact numbers as they really didn't chat outside of their dorm room much so Wendie was unable to warn Dove.

As Winter made her way to the school, she entered the dorm, the school having told her Wendie had been lying about it and also that Wendie was a bit of a trouble maker on campus. A teacher was outside the room to keep Wendie from dashing as Winter entered, walking over, "I'm told you might know where my daughter is."

The faunus snorted, nostrils flared and folded her arms, "So what if I do? Whatcha gonna do, hurt me?"

Winter sighed and walked further into the room, sitting on Dove's bed and looking across at the strong willed faunus, her own face softening with her worry and catching Wendie a bit off guard, "I just want to know where my girl is. Please. She's all I have. If you know anything, I'm asking that you tell me."

Wendie was watching her carefully before she sighed. Dove never had anything ill to say of her mother other than the stuff about not telling her dad, even though she did make sure dove knew about her dad, and knew the two were close. If she went 'missing' she'd want someone to ease her own mother's worry, "She found her dad in town and wanted to meet him. He was at this inn by the docks. The Den Inn I think. Room 12."

Winter stood, hiding her nervousness, "Thank you."

Wendie grunted, "Yea whatever, don't tell the birdie I told you anything…"

Winter left, convincing the school to not punish either teen as she headed for town quickly.

—-

"So you're at Signal huh? You know I used to teach there?" Qrow said, setting some coffee down for Dove at the table before he sat too.

She groaned with a bit of a smile in the corner of her lips, "Oh yes, I'm aware. There isn't a single teacher that doesn't try to remind me daily."

He chuckled and rubbed his neck, "Sorry about that kid. Guess I wasn't always making the best choices. But hey, guess the choice that made you turned out pretty great huh?"

Dove stuck out her tongue and squinted which made him chuckle, "Shouldn't you be in school right now though?"

She shrugged, staring at the coffee, "I guess but I'm top of my class and the teachers all love me. Besides, all I have to do is bat my eyes and half the girls in my class will beg to give me their notes."

He raised a brow and smirked, "Ah a lady killer like your dad huh? You don't seem too excited though. Ah well you're still young. But you know, if you aren't at school for long enough they tend to call your…"

He was interrupted by rapid, aggressive knocks at the door and he sighed, "...your folks…"

Sure enough, Winter's voice came through the door, making both flinch, "Qrow you open this door right now! I know Dove is with you!"

He looked at Dove with a frown, "Look kid, this might get messy. You might want to just go with her for now ok and try not to judge me or your mom for what might get said ok?"

Dove's face fell and she bit her lip, grabbing his arm, "But… I finally…"

"Don't worry kid. I'll see you again I promise," he patted her hand and the two went to the door as more yelling and pounding knocks were heard, "Yea yea we're coming!"

When the door opened, Winter was glaring angrily at Qrow, quickly reaching for Dove who was making her way out, "Mom! I'm coming, let go!"

Winter released her once she was out the room, looking her over to be sure nothing stupid caused Dove any trouble before turning to Qrow, "She has school Qrow!"

He frowned, "Oh that's what you think is the thing to say to me first huh? She has school? How about 'sorry I never told you you're a dad' or 'sorry i didn't tell you about your daughter'?! Geez Winter, were you just never going to tell me I had a kid!?"

Winter frowned deeper, "Qrow, you're a drunk scoundrel who took advantage of me while I was intoxicated and lonely then constantly spoke to me like I was some piece of meat after, why on earth would I want to have to see you more than I have to?!"

He grit his teeth, "I didn't know you felt that way! I was also drunk! I thought we always had some sort of flirtatious spat thing going on! I thought… you know what no! That doesn't mean you have a right to not tell me I have a kid! I spoke like that because I thought maybe we had a thing going but I get it now why you were so weird now! And I would've quit had I known I had a kid! I would've tried to apologize had I known you felt that way! I haven't even touched a bottle the entire four days she's been here! I even got set up somewhere soon so I can quit and do right so I can see her again! I wanna know my kid Winter! And we can either figure out some way for that to happen or I'll get a lawyer and make it happen!"

Now winter was gritting her teeth. She knew while she wouldn't lose any custody, any court would see him trying and feel sorry that he never knew and she might lose more than she'd like. She also had to accept she never did give him a chance to say his side of things, though she couldn't help how it had felt and that wasn't her fault really. She was probably the only woman he didn't hit and quit if what he was saying was true.

Dove gently grabbed her clenched fist and forced her fingers into it to hold Winter's hand, "Mom… please… I want to know my Dad… can you do this for me?"

Winter glanced at her and softened, sighing, "Would every other weekend be alright with you? We can figure out holidays and if I have too much going on at work she can decide where she wants to be?"

Qrow smiled, "Yea that seems fair. After all, I've only just met her. I wouldn't ask you to trust me with half her life all the time, that would be scary for you. But I want to actually talk one of these days about what happened because I don't like that I made you feel like that."

He glanced at Dove, "That all sound good to you kid?"

Dove just smiled at him, "Sounds perfect."

Winter got Dove headed back to Signal, the girl looking at her with a soft smile, "Thank you Mom."

Winter gave a weak smile back, dropping her off at the gate, "Just get to class."