#fyrn

A black portal with a purple rim tore open in the sky and spewed out a grey and black Urzuk, its wings sprawled and a yelp leaving it as it thumped onto the ground.

It stood up and rubbed its face, pulling out an arrow that was stuck in one of its three hollow eyes.

It looked around in confusion and curiosity, its wings tucking in close to its body.

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(Whipped up another flash fiction piece, also not quite close enough to what I need for the magazine submission but getting closer to the mark. Also, I think I'm going to write more with this character in future)

Fyrn couldn’t say when exactly the child turned up.

Somewhere between the last town and the start of the canyons, certainly. Plenty of small settlements in the region, preyed upon by bandits and kingcloaks alike - wouldn’t be unheard of for some wise parent to send their littles into the hills when such a party arrived.

But for one to turn up on the trade road? Alone? That didn’t sit well with Fyrn.

She’d been hired to guard the caravan from thieves and such, serve as a living warning to any kingcloaks that might turn up. Didn’t mean she couldn’t leave a bit of food behind when they got rolling each morning. Or drop her spare blanket at the edge of camp one night, outside the route walked by the pair of sentries. Her meals came free, after all, and there would be plenty of merchants to buy another blanket from at the end of the journey.

The child did well to keep out of anyone else’s sight, but Fyrn kept on catching glimpses, once or twice a day. A messy head of thick black hair ducking into a cliff crevice. Dirty hands darting to scoop some water from a horse’s bucket. Wide, dark eyes that twice met Fyrn’s own, staring for several seconds before their owner scooted out of view once more.

Several days into the sprawling canyons, Fyrn pretended to misplace her waterskin. The next morning, she awoke on her bedroll to find a tidy pile of small, bright yellow flowers laid on top of her sword. Smiling, she threaded each one into the laces of her jerkin. A few drivers tried to snicker, of course, but leaning close into one’s personal space with her lips pulled just a little too wide to be called a smile shut them all up soon enough.

She liked flowers.

She didn’t like when they almost all fell out during the fight some hours later.

Four and ten kingcloaks came riding down the road, spared one look at the heavy merchant wagons that pulled off to one side to let them pass, and promptly declared they needed to ‘inspect’ the goods for any ‘illegal’ items. The merchants took offense. Fyrn stepped up, planting herself in-between the dismounted party and the wagons.

Four and ten against one, and she still managed to kill half before taking a single wound.

After that, the fight turned uglier, some of the wagon drivers needing to take shots with their crossbows to finish it. Fyrn stabbed, she twisted and lunged, ignored the spreading burn in her shoulders and legs and gut. Her blade flashed as it swung, singing with each strike, until the last kingcloak went down.

Some of the merchants came out from hiding behind their wagons. They praised Fyrn, promised extra payment for her valor, guided her stumbling form to the half-empty supply cart. Two climbed up to help her in, cleaned and dressed her wounds, offered to fetch whatever she needed.

Fyrn only asked for a cloth to clean her sword.

After a time, the attention ceased, as merchants and drivers dispersed to bury the kingcloaks and ‘inspect’ their own belongings. Leaning back with her eyes closed, Fyrn kept her breathing steady as she waited for the pain to ease.

A light thump drew her attention.

Eyes snapping back open, she almost lunged upright, sword still in hand. But a pair of dark eyes made her freeze instead.

The child waited until Fyrn eased back against the sacks of grain and vegetables. Cautious steps eased forward, and little hands unfolded Fyrn’s spare blanket to drape across her legs. She huffed. Then plucked the sole remaining flower from her jerkin, to tuck behind the child’s ear.

When one of the drivers returned to announce they were about to resume travel, he stopped short and stared at the small figure curled up beside Fyrn. A single arched eyebrow made the man stammer out his message; a curt nod sent him on his way.

The child giggled. Fyrn tugged on a strand of curly hair, smirking.

This is a list all the RWBY ocs I have as of right now, along with a short description for each of them. Will likely be edited as time goes on.

Team CLMT: The “main” team and my original four characters.

Catalina Delacroix: Team leader. A friendly faunus girl with a dark secret. Catalina’s kindhearted and forgiving nature leads many to mistakenly view her as weak, but that could not be farther from the truth. She is extremely strong-willed and will defend her friends to her last breath. Cat puts on a happy face for her team and friends, but often suffers from depression and guilt related to a certain event in the past.

Lily Isskaldr: A shy faunus girl used to living in relative isolation, Lily has excellent survival skills, but poor people skills. She is by no means antisocial, and in fact loves people, but is just easily stressed out by most social situations. Lily is quite adventurous despite her somewhat bookish personality, and loves mountain climbing and camping out in the forests around her home.

Maeve Priosma: Loud, aggressive, and mean are all words that have been used to describe Maeve, and she’s perfectly okay with that. Before joining CLMT she had a general dislike for people outside her immediate family. Her prickly personality drives most people away, but she is fiercely loyal to those few she considers friends. Maeve is very competitive, and will challenge anyone willing to a fight, which gets her in trouble often.

Tara Cotta: A girl from a very strict and traditional family, Tara has had a hard time adjusting to life at Haven. She is quickly learning however that her parent’s views of the outside world are fairly misinformed and nearing on xenophobic. Tara has some anger issues, and years of her parents forcing her to repress them have not helped.

Team FYRN: Most recent four ocs. As such they are mostly unfinished.

Flannigan Annalaura: Team Leader. Flannigan may not be the best physical combatant, but she handily levels the playing field with her array of weapons and gadgets. While an excellent strategist, she often has to consult Nikko for the more social aspects of being a team leader.

Yujin Cotta: Rebellious older sister of Tara, Jin has been all but disowned by the rest of the Cotta family. While never outright mean, her sarcastic attitude and occasional apathy towards other’s feeling rub many people the wrong way.

Razma Tasha: [Unfinished but she’s an energetic idiot and Flannigan’s best friend since childhood]

Hinata Nikko: [Unfinished. She’s a flirty and high-spirited paladin-type fighter]

Other characters: Villains, family members, love interests, etc.

Marigold Rizzo: Primary antagonist. Her motives so far are unclear, though she seems to thoroughly enjoy causing chaos and disorder, and primarily targets government buildings and important infrastructure. Marigold is a master manipulator, and the only person she seems to have an ounce of care for is her sister Amaranth, and even that’s questionable.

Amaranth Rizzo: Marigold’s sister, and her main source of “muscle”. Ama isn’t quite as passionate about the whole “villain” thing as her sister, but is sticking with her so far out of severely misplaced sisterly loyalty. She owns an auto repair shop as a day job, and is actually quite friendly, even to those she’s fighting.

Saoirse Priosma: Maeve’s biological mother. A kind and patient woman who has her work cut out for her dealing with her troublemaking daughter.

Lapis Amari: Saoirse’s wife. Tries to be the “cool” mom, and has taught Maeve much of what she knows about fighting.

Rose Isskaldr: Lily’s younger sister

Morgan: Maeve’s raven companion. While technically an Aura construct thought to be created by Maeve’s semblance, Morgan is a fully independent entity with her own thoughts and personality. She and Maeve share a constant telepathic link.

Gloria: Flannigan’s personal AI. A few of Flannigan’s friends suspect some sort of romantic relationship between her and Blue, but the two of them have been evasive on the subject so far.

I'll see about those. Not sure about the eyes because I wanted Fyrn to look like an adorable menace, for at least mostly. In the meantime, you can have this sketch I cooked up.

She's tugging on Ashlen's hair. She thinks it's pretty and shiny almost.

Likely.

Speaking of those, I do want to take this as an opportunity to introduce Fyrn: a very mischevious goblin that collects valuable objects and annoys people for her own amusement.

Saphira was uncomfortable with the looks that she could feel coming from the elves, normally she would relish in their attention to her. But in this form their looks just made her feel self-conscious and as if something was wrong with her. And so she made her way to Arya’s work space, taking solace in the knowledge that Fírnen was out hunting and would not be there.