Were this anyone else, he might have respected what Shane was trying to do, or at least understood it. But after what he had done (or rather not done) with his youngest sister, Varou felt that he had no damned business intervening in Cora’s life for any reason. This was only further heightened by the apparent fact that Shane left her and the White Fang behind at some point. “Look, I don’t know what you think I’ve been doing with her, but ’frankly its far too late for you to start worrying about your sisters. Over a decade too late you fucking deadbeat.”
There’s a grimace on the shark’s lips as his tail lashes angrily behind his
legs.
❝
Sisters? I only have one.
Besides… you know nothing.
So fuckin’ back off.
❞
Oh how Shane wanted to press a burning cigarette onto one of the wolfe’s
ears. Varou knew nothing of the truth, nor did Shane expect him to.
{ ??? }:
“How did you find me? How did you know that I know Cora?”, came his second reply. Varou kept his life in the White Fang and whatever life he could forge outside of the other as separate as he could make them. The second question could be answered by either saying that he was in the White Fang too, or that Cora told him. But those things alone did not answer the first question- and he felt that he would have already met Shane if he was in the White Fang. Plus, didn’t Cora know about his second life yet.
Unless she did. Unless she was more stealthy than he gave her credit for and had backtracked him to one of his safe houses. But if she didthat then it was likely their superiors knew about them (or at least that one).
His heart skips a beat at that that thought.
A groan and a roll of his ocean hues before they trained themselves
upon the wolf faunus once more.
“ I’m always watching her. Just cause the base moved
don’t mean I don’t know where it at. I keep myself
up to date on what my little sister is up to, no matter
if she likes it or not. She’s my little sister and I’m
protective of her. Frankly I don’t like what you’re doin’
so stay away or I’ll show you the methods that I used
to teach Cora to be an assassin.
Ya hear? “
whitefangsoldier:
You could almost HEAR tumblers click into place within Varou as he register’s what he was seeing and hearing.
Click. This was a shark faunus. A male shark faunus.
Click. He knew exactly one other shark faunus. She was female.
Click. This shark faunus was telling him to not touch his sister.
Click. The other shark faunus he knew had told him she had a brother. One who had apparently neglected her and her sister growing up. His name had been Shane.
Pop, goes the lock on the gates to his rage as it all comes together.
“You’re Shane.”, came his reply. It was not a question- though if anything it was certainly an accusation. Eyes are narrowed, canines peek from beneath lips, and nails dig into their owners flesh to emphasize that point.
“ Damn straight! Stay away from my sister! “
More angry shark noises as his tail slaps the ground and he resists
the urge to draw his claw gauntlets. Certainly a Beacon student attacking
a random citizen wouldn’t go well with Ozpin.
