The chilled, dusk air in the wilds outside of Argus, breezes through the pine trees, and blows the little snow speckled on the surface of the terrain. The calms of nature demands the attention of travelers, and nature lovers.
This familiar weather pattern is why many enjoy the quality of life in Atlas. However, the traveler traversing these wilds is traveling in a group of three with a similar goal, approaching a weak life signal they had detected from their base in Argus.
The leading man, a meek elder, appearing in his middle to late eighties, with a missing left arm, bionic left leg, and an eye patch covered over the man's left eye. Wearing a kimono that is poorly tied around the waist, revealing a velvet textured vest underneath. The man's missing arm has a purple fabric tying the sleeve of the left arm off. Walking with a slight limp in regards to his missing leg, and the two blades sheathed at his left side shudder with each limp; his willpower seems unmoving, and his overall physique shows that he is in great health.
The second man, a large, burly figure, towers over the elder. His tiger Faunus ears adding slightly to his height. His size can be compared slightly to Hazel Rainart, but slightly taller. His vibrant, orange eyes pierce around the landscape, on high alert in case of an assault, whether it be a man or Grimm. Wearing hard leather armor, not much of his body is seen, but the moonlight sheds two large hatchets on his back, being near the size of his large, built arms in length. He grunts slightly with each step, showing signs of fatigue.
The third man, a man in a brown cloak, and a purple chestplate, glistening in the moonlight. The cloak masking his face, the main visible perk about the man, is that he walks with the best posture. Wearing vambraces that extend beyond his hands in a form of hand protection, this man's main approach to a fight was with his fists.
The trio approaches a river, and examine the floating, unconscious body of a man, with stab wounds. A Faunus, with vibrant red hair, dark gray and black clothing from a quick glance.
"Brass, bring the man closer, please." The elder states to the large tiger Faunus, his voice, stating an immediate demand.
"Aye," the man responds and walks out into the frigid waters and drags the man to shore, his deep, and thick Gaelic accent is difficult to understand for many, the elder and the cloaked man has no issue comprehending the Faunus, however. "Weak, unfortunate for any chum to meet their end this way."
"Still alive?" The elder man kneels down and feels around the young man's neck for a pulse. "I'd be damned if this wasn't attempted murder."
The three men huddled around the fallen Faunus, his vibrant red hair soaked and plastered back, his face's color was completely pale with a hint of purple due to his body heat decreasing rapidly.
The elder man's eyes immediately focused, "Crimson, set up as strong of a smoke signal as possible. The man is still here!" He yelled, "But how could someone with this strong of aura signal have been injured like this with a simple stab?"
The cloaked man starts scouring around for wood, and plants to emit smoke. His cloak whipping in the wind due to his speed and urgency, yet the hood of the cloak remained on his head.
"Brass, contact the HQ, the signal was correct and we need to get him out of here as fast as possible. We might be too late, but I'll be damned if we don't save him."
The large figure pulls out his scroll and begins a call.
"Young man, who has done this damage to you?" The elder asks the lifeless body and notices a cracked, red shimmer slightly downstream, caught in the roots of a tree in the stream.
Laying the young Faunus down gently, the man walks over to the object and notices a heavily damaged sword, cracked near the center and already rusting along the inside of the crack.
"Hm," the old man murmurs, "this blade, is the same color scheme as the man. I wonder..." The man continued and placed the blade in the second sheath, slightly below the first as it was empty.
"Hey, Beta." Brass calls
Yes?" The old man responds
"It's Dicyan, he wants to talk."
"Give it here."
The Faunus hands the scroll to the old man, and picks up the young Faunus and places his body near the smoky flame.
"What's going on? We need this man in the emergency care, as soon as possible." Beta raises his voice in urgency.
"I sent members of the Gamma order to your location, expect assistance in roughly 10 minutes." The man on the other end begins.
"Alright, make sure that this man gets the care he needs. And, Dicyan..."
"Yes, Beta?"
"Make sure I get a chance to talk to him if he recovers. We're lookin' at a stab wound, hypothermia, and probably pneumonia developing."
"Okay, I'll send medical wing with Gamma, and we'll be ready when you arrive."
"Thanks." Beta sighs
"Of course." Dicyan replies
The scroll disconnects and the elder looks towards Argus and awaits an airship to come and pick the group up.
Beta looks down at the Faunus, unconscious at the fire signal, and examines a peculiar wound from his position. "How on earth did you get damaged like that?" he questioned.
The chilled Alpine air, mixed with the near silence of dusk created a sense of serenity; a serenity that is nearly impossible to describe. The added flow of the stream the Faunus was found in allowed the three men to meditate and think about their actions much more carefully.
Several minutes pass and ships appear on the horizon, two Hellcat aircrafts, specifically created for search and hunting missions by the organization that Beta resides in, emerges from the horizon.
"Hang on, kid, we'll see that you get through this." Beta mumbles to himself as the Hellcats land in a nearby field.
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