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[etherealflcme-a]

@badxluckxcat liked for a starter!

“Blake........You’ve got a lot of nerve to show your face....”

[theashen-fox]

The Fugitive and The Traitor-RP Starter

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(Bear in mind, this starts in Beacon, but depending on how long the thread goes, could go to Vol. 5 and beyond.)

The youthful Faunus known as Ash Vulpes never did understand why Faunus faced discrimination. Actually, to be frank, before now he had considered them to be hypocrites, bemoaning the hate humans had for them, but turning around and calling him a “traitor”, creating a slur in Northern Mistrali vernacular that translated quite literally to his name and the names of his family before him (the slur was ”greyfox”, and it was a literal translation because all of his family’s first names had been some kind of grey, and their surname meant “fox”.) And for what? His family did some morally questionable things during the War—or whenever the insurrection took place; dates were sketchy—but they had done it for the same reason that the White Fang had been created: peace. 

These thoughts hung over Ash like a cloud as he looked at his bruised and bloody knuckles, treating them as well as the other bruises. The “fight” that had happened was a result of Ash interfering with Cardin Winchester’s torment of the young rabbit Faunus, Velvet. He had tried to reason with Cardin, tried to talk him down, but the other was too angry with the interruption that he gave Ash a rather brutal right hook. Needless to say, the two were both called into Professor Goodwitch’s office, who was none too pleased with either of them. While Cardin did admit to being the instigator—he wasn’t going to lie to her—and was given a heavier punishment than Ash, she still expressed disappointment in the Faunus, saying that as admirable as his defense for Velvet was, stooping to a thuggish level in this school was unacceptable. 

As he continued to treat the wounds, his ear twitched. Someone was headed this way. The boy almost instinctively climbed up the tree he had been sitting beneath, not daring to make a noise until he had seen who it was. Then, he silently cursed himself. He had left the damned first aid kit on the ground!