???: Legend. Stories scattered throughout time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past. Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful. But he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction. The creatures of Grimm set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void. However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help them even the odds. This power was appropriately named, 'Dust'. Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness and in the shadow's absence, came strength, civilization and most importantly, life. But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone... darkness will return. So, you may prepare your guardians... build your monuments to a so-called free world but take heed...there will be no victory in strength.
???: But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten. Things that require a smaller, more honest soul.
Y/n POV
I was running, what was I running from I don't know I... it was all I could manage to do my entire life hiding behind a masked all because I wasn't human or a faunus but... a monster. It's possible to blend into humanity but faunus only have one physical trait in common with their animal. A faunus with ears and a tail? That just made me more of a freak, it's why I tend to stay near alleyways the places I call home. Tonight was a beautiful night out, taking a stroll out in the city until I saw a guy with orange hair, a black hat, in a white coat and 4 people in black behind him. I grew suspicious followed him to a dust shop.
Orange hair: Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Dust shop open this late?
One of the guys in black point a gun at the shop owner as he put his hands up in fear.
Shop owner: P-please! Just take my Lien and leave!
Orange hair: Shhh! Clam down we're not here for your money. Grab the dust.
The shop owner started frantically going to different parts of the shops for dust.
Henchman: Crystals. Burn. Uncut.
I watched as some of the henchman started to gather dust while one of them notice someone in a red hood near the back. So he unsheathe his sword at her.
Henchman: Alright kid, put your hands where I can see 'em.
The person either straight up ignored him or somehow didn't hear him, and started to walk closer.
Henchman: Hey, hands in the air! You got a death wish or something!?
He put his hard on their shoulder getting their attention. The person turns out to be a girl with headphones on, (explains why she didn't hear him) black hair with red tips and silver eyes!?
Y/n(In thought): Silver eyes, I- I thought I was the last one. No wait she may just be a silvered eyed warrior or is she a silvered backed werewolf like-
As I was still trying to process this new information I had. Than a window shattering, accompanied by a loud crash broke my train of thought to see the girl now on top of the henchman with... a transforming scythe on her back before twirling around and sticking it in the ground before noticing my.
Girl: Huh? Who are you?
Orange hair: Okay... GET HER!
Y/n: Less talk, more fighting!
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The silvered backed Ultima (a rwby story)
FanfictionOn Remnant three races walked the lands, Humans, Faunus and Werewolves. Werewolves were feared by both human and Faunus because the Ultima was the first werewolf to ever exist and had wiped out another species of werewolf, the silvered backed werewo...
