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There was a merciful voice inside of Neon’s head, trying to talk her out of her spiteful outburst.

She clearly regrets what she did. That’s not who she is. This isn’t who you are. You didn’t even have to approach her in the first place.

But the other, much louder part of her mind was just playing back memories of her early teens and shouting Regret doesn’t un-pull my tail and un-call me a dirty animal.

You didn’t get a choice either.

“Oh, yeah. Not having any friends. Can’t imagine what a horrible fate that must be.” She scoffed and shook her head before she continued. She should have just walked away; gone back inside her mom’s bakery and kept the first visit to Menagerie she’d had in years full of only happy times. But where would the fun be in that.

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“What am I doing?” The thief asked the chameleon with a saturation of mocking in his tone. He leaned in with a hyena-like sneer on his lips as he prodded Ilia’s mask with the butt of his cane.  “Well dear, word around the compound is you’re one of those.. specialty faunus. I hear you can change your skin color and I wanted to see it for myself. Thought it’d be fun if I could turn you as red as your thick skulled boss’ hair!” Roman let out a laugh that rang off the empty walls of the warehouse. Truly he hated being forced to work with the White Fang but he chose to make the most of it. If anything these animals were a unique source of entertainment.

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Russet eyes seemed to glow vibrant red as his grip on the faunus tightened, glaring directly into her eyes...such a light in her eyes, such fire.

...How would that look snuffed out?

“White Fang...” A gutteral growl came from Chrom’s throat as he pinned himself against the faunus, right hand moving to draw his gauntlet sword from it’s sheath.

but it’s not like his sister cared about what he wanted, they never did. Sighing the boy looked up when the sound of the bell ringing made her still. After all he didn’t need anyone seeing him act like a child.

Whitley watched as a bunch of older kids walked about and he wonder why they were all here. And what they thought of him, or if they even knew he who he was, after all no one really carried about him since it was all about his sisters. At least his father remember who he was.

Sighing he took out scroll to check out the time when he bunch of older boys walked over and took his scroll from his hands. The older boys decide that they would tease him. Something Whitley was not ok with as he stood and glared at the boys. “Hand me, my scroll!” He huffed and would have stomp his feet had he not stop himself last second. After all that would be rather childish.

The boys only laughed and ruffled the younger’s hair. “Stop that!” He try to stop the older boys who seemed to be enjoying messing with him. And it took a lot of the small child’s will power not to begin sobbing.

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Location: Fennic and Corsac’s Quarters, Menagerie

Time: 8:00 PM

The night within Menagerie was a mixture of both cool and warm, but within the quarters of Fennic and Corsac’s quarter it was just warm.

“Brother.. many of our own had fought him.. but came back bruised, beaten, and their spirits.. broken...” Fennic said in a calm tone. 

“ I know.. he has hunted many of our operatives down and interrogated them and made sure they would remember his name.” Corsac replied to his brother.

“Are you sure she is ready to take on such a challenge?” Fennic said looking at his older brother with a concerned look on his face.

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