Weiss couldn’t believe she’d actually killed a man. Sure, Blood culture wasn’t against it, and her family exploited all the loop holes they could to kill off any threats, but to actually have someone die on her blade, by both her blade and her fury, shook her.
She was also surprised she’d managed to focus her cold fury enough to perfectly freeze the Green thug. Anger came in two forms to the Blood: hot, fiery anger which was dangerous in the short run, but could easily be stopped by either family and friends who knew how to redirect it, or by working it off physically, which was typically associated with the volatile tempers of Warlord Princes; or the cold, frozen fury that only the stronger of the female Blood could actually manifest, and was consider a death sentence to anyone who managed to invoke said fury in any of the stronger Queens.
This type of anger, was the reason Blood were supposed to live by the Blood Protocol, so that both types could easily be recognised and controlled, and so that the Blood could easily maintain the piece between various Courts, and was the main reason murder between Blood Courts weren’t outlawed, since it was the safest way for the dark powers they wielded to sate their darker emotions.
But the Schnee family had a unique power within their bloodline. Those either born with Sapphire or darker jewels, or Descended to Sapphire or darker, had an affinity for ice in their craft, and the fury often associated with it. It made her family prideful and arrogant, but most members within her Families Courts had the power and wealth to back it up, unlike these cretins who lived in the supposed ‘capital’.
Weiss had only recently undergone her Offering to the Darkness, so she was still learning the limits of her Descended Sapphire.
Atleast I now know that I’m a true Schnee. I have our power, and I’ve killed a man in cold blood. For the right reasons, atleast……. Weiss scowled, realising her beloved rapier was buried the remnants of the Green’s jewel, and his chest.
She tried to, gracefully, pull the rapier from the frozen thug. It stuck fast, and made Weiss stumble, much to her pride’s dismay.
After quite a few ungraceful tugs, her rapier finally came free, as the frozen thug fell apart, first into moderate sized chunks, before collapsing into a shower of tiny ice crystals.
“Wow, that wasn’t very ice of you.” The yellow haired girl said, completely dead pan, except for the look of slight amusement gleaming from her violet eyes.
Huh, I could’ve sworn her eyes were red a moment ago……Must be a basic Illusion or something. I don’t know why she’d want to hide her eye colour, but its none of my business Weiss mused, after a groan escaped her lips.
She walked towards the yellow haired girl, who’d turned to look into a door way. Noticing the girl hadn’t finished the kill, Weiss burnt out the minds and jewels of the muscled men. Looking up, to get the yellow haired girls attention, she found herself staring into the lovely silver eyes of a young dark haired girl, whose tips were a dark red.
Despite the inherently sexual nature of Blood Society, Weiss had never believed herself to be sexual. She’d had sex before, once to get safely through her Virgin Night and another time to see why the Blood seemed drawn to the activity.
Both times had never really done anything for her, so she’d never tried to pursue any of the supposed ‘prospective consorts’ her family would bring around, since ‘all good Queens need a Consort who knows how to make you want it’, as some of the more lewd members of the court whispered to one another, as she’d sent each one away, just based upon the first glance.
But something about this young girl made her desire her. It wasn’t sexual in nature, though as she looked over the girl, and saw the woman she would be, she found herself entertaining the idea of that sort of relationship with her. She didn’t understand it at all.
Mine! was the only thought going through her head, as she kept looking into the dark haired girl’s eyes. Unbeknownst to Weiss, she’d actually whispered the thought out loud, loud enough for the light haired to notice.
Raging fires of red burning in her eyes, and her hair seeming to burn gold with an inner flame, the practice staff aimed towards Weiss.
“She isn’t yours. She’s my sister, and you go through me first before you even touch a single strand of hair.” The girl stated, hate and anger barely contained within her words, her body rigid.
Until the dark haired girl put a hand on the light haired girl’s shoulder, to which all the anger and hate just vanished. The golden locks going back to the sunny yellow she’d first seen, the fiery eyes once again changing from red to violet.
“Yang, you don’t understand the importance of her words. She wasn’t declaring that I’m her property, she was stating that she knows, on some deep and instinctual level, that she belongs with us, or with me atleast. In Blood Protocol, that statement, and her body language, is saying that either I’m a true member of her Court, or she’s a member of our Court, the one Uncle wants to set up away from all of this.” The dark haired girl informed her older sister, taking the staff from the blonde, and keeping her attention focused on her.
Seemingly sure that this ‘Yang’ was in control, the girl turned to Weiss.
She curtsied, and introduced herself. “My name is Ruby, and this is my sister Yang. I know what you’re going through, because I feel the same. You’re Mine, just as much as I’m Yours.”
“My name is Weiss.” Weiss responded, ignoring the stifled snort from Yang, and returning the curtsy.
The look of excitement that spread across Ruby’s face, once the formal introductions were done, thawed Weiss’ attitude just a bit. It was nice, seeing someone so happy and full of love for life, in this dark perversion of a city.
“Hang on; you said her court, or your court. That means you are both Queens?” Yang asked, slightly confused.
“From what I remember hearing from Uncle, there’s only one Queen per Court.”
Weiss scowled, again. Yang was right. The court hierarchy, atleast in regards to the Queen and their members, had the major three positions filled by males. And the feelings she believed she was feeling, given enough time, would definitely put her at odds with whoever filled the Consort position.
Ruby giggled.
“Yang, when have we have followed the rules? And besides, so long as the Triangle of Power is officially in male hands, we can do whatever we want unofficially. Besides, if Uncle plans on what I think he’s planning, Weiss won’t be the only powerful Queen who will be drawn to me.” She joked, before the energy drained from her face, as if remembering something horrible.
Noticing that the shadows were starting to fill up with undesirables again, Weiss motioned to the open door.
“I believe we should go into your home. After that fight, and what we’ve just learnt, we need to talk in private, and safely away from whatever foul things lurk in this city.”
Yang nodded, gathered the few things she’d pulled out for her training session, and hurried all three of them inside.
What have I gotten myself into? Weiss sighed, knowing that, no matter what happened, she was now bound to the young, dark haired girl named Ruby.