How does one cope with the loneliness in their heart or the anger they burden against a nation. Ash had grown dishearten with the students of the academy they had no camaraderie they dwindle their time with the misgivings of youth. Faunus, Humans, Machines what were they all really compare to the Grimm that stalk the lands. Although Grimm were different they were not divided they were united in their cause and strong in it.
Leaning upon the white birch tree in the common yard he thought back on some words shared on him by his fellow students. "Weird, Creepy, Diffrent." Ash's heart ached for his homeland where his people worked together and greeted each other with respect even if one did not deserve so. This part of Remnant was like all the others he had visited. The classes were simple enough and odd enough as it is he began to wonder if he needed classes to be a hunter in truth all he needed was the lessons to help him fight better and ruin Atlas.
Brooding with the guitar given to him by his Mentor he wondered what Musica would say to the truth of his words. More than likely ruining her groove and think of something more inspiring. The wind picked up as he stood on the limb the dark skin white hair teen in the leather clothing and scarf just puzzled at thoughts. He was alone and that was fine he had the fortune to meet some people and even tried to fit in but he wasn't one of them.
Ash felt more at peace when he watched the Grimm there was a respect to them a nobility few admire. They were creatures who knew of mankind knew of the dangers they possessed the truth of the matter man was it's own enemy and Grimm were the reminder of man's dark heart. They were the ferocity the planet needed to keep man from over reaching. Surely they sensed his loneliness he was the only one left of his tribe.
Atlas had ruined his people killed them off simply because of difference. He was more a kin to Faunus than anything else and even then they saw him only as human. Ash didn't feel human he felt different than these other students and people. He wasn't consumed by some of their thoughts and ideologies if anything revenge and justice was on his mind. He needed to make a difference and feel his time here wasn't being wasted.
Crossing his arms he stand on the tree limb eyeing the horizon into town and smile slightly. Perhaps he needed to do something make sure it was reminded that there was some one bringing justice to those that needed it. Looking back to the picture a student gave him he thought a bit about it and thought maybe that he should do it.
Leaning upon the white birch tree in the common yard he thought back on some words shared on him by his fellow students. "Weird, Creepy, Diffrent." Ash's heart ached for his homeland where his people worked together and greeted each other with respect even if one did not deserve so. This part of Remnant was like all the others he had visited. The classes were simple enough and odd enough as it is he began to wonder if he needed classes to be a hunter in truth all he needed was the lessons to help him fight better and ruin Atlas.
Brooding with the guitar given to him by his Mentor he wondered what Musica would say to the truth of his words. More than likely ruining her groove and think of something more inspiring. The wind picked up as he stood on the limb the dark skin white hair teen in the leather clothing and scarf just puzzled at thoughts. He was alone and that was fine he had the fortune to meet some people and even tried to fit in but he wasn't one of them.
Ash felt more at peace when he watched the Grimm there was a respect to them a nobility few admire. They were creatures who knew of mankind knew of the dangers they possessed the truth of the matter man was it's own enemy and Grimm were the reminder of man's dark heart. They were the ferocity the planet needed to keep man from over reaching. Surely they sensed his loneliness he was the only one left of his tribe.
Atlas had ruined his people killed them off simply because of difference. He was more a kin to Faunus than anything else and even then they saw him only as human. Ash didn't feel human he felt different than these other students and people. He wasn't consumed by some of their thoughts and ideologies if anything revenge and justice was on his mind. He needed to make a difference and feel his time here wasn't being wasted.
Crossing his arms he stand on the tree limb eyeing the horizon into town and smile slightly. Perhaps he needed to do something make sure it was reminded that there was some one bringing justice to those that needed it. Looking back to the picture a student gave him he thought a bit about it and thought maybe that he should do it.