Oceanstrider was no ordinary wolf Faunus, he was special, but not for
the reasons that people expect. If you saw him on his own you'd
notice him, but in a crowd he has the innate ability to disappear and
be lost amongst the people, even though he dresses rather
conspicuously and stands at 6 foot 3.
His entire left arm was completely covered in dark bandages. His grey wolf ears poked through his dark bandanna. As he wandered the streets of Vale towards the Airship depot to go to Beacon, he made sure to make sure he wasn't being followed, as he had come from Menagerie and he knew that people here weren't as friendly as back home.
checked the letter he had received two weeks earlier.
He had been out in the forest doing his routine meditation when he roused himself, an autumn breeze wafted across his face, bringing with it the smells from the town; freshly baked pie from wood fired ovens, the nearby patch of Crocus, rotting leaves. He heard the sounds of wildlife busying themselves preparing for winter, and waves crashing upon the rocks to the east. He opened his eyes as a snarl emanated from behind him; he dove forward evading the massive paw.
"You things never learn..." He turned to face the Ursa, as he did so he drew his twin katanas, "I'm going to give you one chance to leave." He said, now looking directly at the Ursa.
He knew that it wouldn't back down, but he liked to give it some last thoughts before death. He looked down and brought his head up, a grin on his face, the Ursa swung wildly. Shayne dodged back doing a back handspring, and came at the Ursa blades blurring and cleanly dispatched the beast in a matter of moments, when he turned however he was faced by a Boarbatusk;
“Here little piggy” he laughed as he dodged to the side of the charging boar.
The battle lasted longer than against the Ursa; the boar absorbed a lot of punishment. As it charged once more, Shayne thrust his sword into it, only to have his weapon snatched from his hand. The beast slowed to a halt and dropped to the floor, dead. He retrieved his blade and inspected it; a simple Katana, sharp enough to cut the air itself, efficient, clean, just how he liked it. He sheathed his blades and headed back into town.
When he arrived back at his grandfather's house at the top of the hill, his uncle was there, as well as another man that Shayne didn't recognise, he seemed odd, maybe it was the way his glasses sat on his face. When he walked in their heads turned towards him and his uncle welcomed him with an embrace.
"Shayne, this man has a letter for you, and he says he is under strict orders to hand it directly to you."
His uncle said as he walked back to the table. The man stood up and walked over to Shayne to hand him the letter. Shayne didn't take it immediately, he took his time storing his equipment in a weapons container, it was combination locked and impenetrable, making sure it was locked up properly, as there were thieves who operated even on Menagerie. When he did take the letter, the man thanked his uncle for his hospitality and left.
retreated to the seclusion of his room to read the letter. The room
was fairly bare; all it contained was a wardrobe and a chest of
drawers for his clothing. On the floor was a mat with an exotic
design, it was heavily worn. By the window there was a wooden
decorative chair, his grandfather had hand carved it for his father
before his father was killed during the Faunus war. Shayne thought of
him often, the same with his mother. He went and sat in the chair and
gazed out of the window, lost in his memories, before reading the
The letter was an invitation to attend Beacon academy, he knew what it meant he just didn't understand why he had received it. He went to see his uncle and grandfather in the living area;
"Uncle..." Shane said as he walked in; "I didn't apply to Beacon so how did I get accepted"
His uncle sighed and said;
"Shayne you and I both know that you staying here will not benefit us or your grandfather, there's almost no way to make a living, hunting has little to no demand anymore and you don't seem interested in working at the forge with me” Shayne said nothing.
“So your grandfather and I decided to utilise your particular…'talents' and send you to train to be a Hunter a in Vale, we applied to all the schools there and they said that you were too old to attend” Shayne was trying to make sense of what was being said, “All except Beacon, they asked for a demonstration of your abilities so we had to film you in secret, luckily you didn't use the…'gift' that you have. If you had then your situation would have been different" Shayne didn't like how his uncle was stressing certain words.
Shayne was considering what his uncle had just told him, when his grandfather spoke for the first time in a long time.
"Shayne...you will attend Beacon...you will not argue with me or your uncle..." his voice becoming stronger the more he talked, "Come see me later out in the workshop, I have some thing's for you to use whilst attending Beacon"
Shayne went out to see his grandfather a couple of hours later in the workshop; he had used his time by ensuring his swords were as sharp as he liked them. He did this by sharpening them by hand using a whetstone, and stripping the paint off the outside wall without his blade touching the wall, they were done when he could do it from five paces away.
"These are for your initiation and hopefully will lead to your graduation" his grandfather said, he was stuck in a wheel chair due to health problems; he could walk, but not very much.
He handed a package to Shayne, who placed it on the table and opened it. It contained the most masterfully crafted pistol, tomahawk and knife that he’d ever seen. Shayne carefully unsheathed the knife, as he did so his grandfather said;
"It is made from the Taijitou trophy you took after you did that service for the local farms."
‘Hm, so that's where that went’, thought Shayne.
"I can't thank you enough for these gifts, also who was that man who delivered this letter“ Shayne asked holding up the letter.
"That man was an old friend; he saved me when I was dying from a King Taijitou bite. He happened to be walking in the woods and over-heard the battle. Once the beast had been slain he carried me to the hospital, the doctors said that if it wasn't for him I wouldn't have survived” Shayne nodded, silently thanking the man for it
name is Ozpin. He was younger then, attending Beacon himself if I
recall, he's now the headmaster” Shayne was astounded at this
revelation, “he would have introduced himself if I hadn’t told
him you knew who he was, what a fortunate turn of events though. The
headmaster delivering your acceptance personally”
Shayne wrapped up the package, thanked his grandfather once more and left the workshop. A few days after his conversation with his grandfather, Shayne was packing his things into a traditional decorative sack and arranging his weapons into a strongbox, when his uncle came into his room to inform him of the airship approaching from the west. He knew that time was short.
Once his uncle left and he had finished packing, he knelt down on his mat and meditated.
In his trance like state he was visited by a Grimm, the original natives of Menagerie knew it as Nemea (pronounced ne-may-ya), it is believed to be extinct, but Shayne knew otherwise. When Shayne had first started meditating he had been scared, it was a direct mental link to a presumed extinct Grimm, anyone would be scared. Once he roused himself he left to board the airship bound for Vale.
Shayne's thoughts returned to the present and picked up his walking pace so he wouldn't miss the airship that would take him to Beacon to start school.