Wolf's Thoughts

"Black wolf. Vigilant, quiet, but so full of conviction."

The only field grass was empty as the boy stood firm against the wind. Unbeknownst to him, someone had bumped into him. A girl. He did not see her face, instead only saw her long ginger hair dance in the air. He chases after her, his arms reach to grab her only to miss. The boy found himself in a building filled with smoke and fire. He cough, still reaching out for the girl. In an instance, a hand grab onto his shoulder, violently. He was pushed into a wall. A man, older, stronger, and filled with rage. As the boy looked into his eyes, terrified, all he saw was hatred. He pulls out a knife and dragged across his ear. He yelled in pain, but the man did not care. He only smiled as tears poured down the boy’s face.

Soon, the man disappeared as well as the smell of smoke and flames. Boy remembers little of the night, only running and crying. His heart changed like man it was filled with hatred. He wants revenge for what happen. The young boy grew, no longer crying in fear, but striking back at those who wronged him. The years past as he hunted, no longer was he the prey but the hunter. He hunts those disfigured him, burn his home, and murdered his father and mother. Yes, he remembers now, they killed them both. The thought of his old life, his smiling mother and loving father, all taken away because he decides to fall in love. Yes, he, a Faunus, decide to fall in love with a human. Now, those thoughts fueled his rage and anger.

But something changed, as he barged into his last mark house and struck him down, a girl cover the man’s body. The same girl he fell in love with. Her face full of anger and rage as tears poured. It was all too familiar, but something cracked inside him, the rage drove him, crumble away as his lover cried. She looked up at him, their eye meets, and she yelled.

“What are you doing Noire?!” She yelled his name at the top of her lungs,” I Hate! You’re the worst!”

Noire rolled out his bed and onto the floor. The wolf Faunus was covered in sweat and gasping for air. He began to calm down, slowly breathing in and out to relax. After a minute of resting on the floor, Noire collected himself. He stood up and walked towards a hanging mirror. His right rights touched his cropped ear. He tapped it a few times before moving to a nearby dresser. There several rolled up balls of papers were spread out across the surface. He knew what each were, an apology letter to his girlfriend, or former girlfriend. He has not spoken to her the two weeks that pass since he stroked down her father right in front of her. But what kind of apology he was going to make? Sorry, your father murder mine and cut off my ear, my you forgive for beating him to near death?

“I’m hopeless.” He said to himself.

“Indeed you are.” Another voice enters the room.

Noire turn around and saw his uncle, or at least a man he had always referred as uncle, but was really a friend of his father, Leon Nagant. Leon a Faunus, a lion Faunus to be exact, and has been taking care of Noire since his parents’ death.

“Still agonizing over that girl?” he asked.

“She has a name you know.”

“I know,” he half smiled,” why do you say it?”

Au --,” For whatever reason, Noire cut himself off. He tried to speak it again, but failed. Why was saying his lover’s name this difficult?

“Autumn Kallis was it?”

Noire nodded.

Leon sighed and walked over to the dresser. He unrolled some of the balls and read the letters. Each were basically the same with some variation in the words and meaning.

“You know sending a letter and running is not the best way to apology to a person right?”

“I’m not running.”

“From a certain point of view,” he corrected,” it seems that you are. Going so far as Beacon Academy to escape her face.”

Noire could not speak. He knew his uncle was right. He wants to continue the path he started as a hunter but, after graduating and incident that followed, he changed his school application from Haven to Beacon in order to get away out of Mistral.

“It’s just,” he looked down at the ground,” for once in my life I don’t what to do. Every time I choose my eyes, I see her face. Her cries and yelling at me. I can’t stand being here. In this city, in the same streets she walks. ”

“Noire,” Leon approaches him and put his hands on the wolf shoulder,” I understand. You maybe young, but, your heart is full of conviction and strength, but even then, it’s not enough to face a former lover.”

“Then what?” he asked. “I know asking for forgiveness out of the question. Just what can I do to say sorry?”

“Have you called her?”

He shook his head,” not… not since that day. I want to but every time I reach for my scroll and saw her number, I froze.”

“Well,” his uncle looked at his watch,” you still have about two hours to figure out. Get some food in you and get dress.”

With that, Leon left the room and Noire got dressed A black long jacket with gray shoulder length cloak, bluish gray pants, and dull gray boots. It was already passed elven o’clock by the time he finishes breakfast and left the house with a letter in hand. He wanders round, visiting the many locations he and Autumn had been. But he was doing was wasting time. Before Noire knew, an hour and thirty minutes pasted. He decides to cut trip down memory lane short and finally confront what he been afraid of. Opening his scroll, Noire dial Autumn number. No answer. He dials a second time no answer. He did not try a third, but instead made the march to her house. After about ten or so minutes of walking he stood in front of the dull-green house. He walked up a press the doorbell. No answer. He looked at the time on his scroll. With a heavy sigh, he slipped the letter under the door and made his way back home. By the time he arrived, his uncle had finished packing Noire’s clothes, weapon, and other assortments inside a van parked pout front.

“Were you able to tell your princess goodbye?” he asked.

“No,” he said,” let’s go, I don’t think we much time before the airship departs.”

Nodding, Leon open the passenger and Noire sat inside the seat. It was a quiet ride to the airport, as was the wait when it loaded its passengers. As the airship lifted off, Noire closed his eyes, Autumn face appeared, and full of tears.

“You’re the worst! I hate you!” she yelled.

Your right, he thought, I am the worst.

A/N: again, another play on names since Noire last name, Blaidd, means wolf in welsh.

Fun fact: His uncle’s name, Leon, was original Noire’s but was changed for whatever reasons I can’t remember.