The forest had always been his home. What else would he call it, it was the only place he had known. He knew of nearly every tree and piece of overgrowth that grew within the boundaries of thick brush and nearly endless colossal trunks topped with emerald leaves. It truly was a sight to behold from on high, what seemed like an endless sea of green spanning farther than the eye could see. However if one were to look just below the emerald treetops they would find a world inhabited by beasts. Grimm creatures that seemed like they came straight from the night terrors of mankind. Twisted beasts that seemed to defy the very laws of nature, seemingly made of darkness with the only signs of color on their forms being their crimson colored eyes and bone like plating that covered various parts of their bodies like a sort of natural armour. Some more ferocious looking than others, depending on how old the beast lived or how many skirmishes it had survived with others of its kind.

He knew to respect them, for he had seen what they were capable of. What they did to animals that inhabited the forest or how they tore each other to ribbons over territory or food . However that did not necessarily mean he needed to fear the monsters that shared his home. When he was young he feared them, as any child alone in the woods would, oftentimes he would find himself running from the packs of younger wolflike creatures. They were quick and coordinated to some extent. When he was still small he would find his escape in the higher branches of the trees where they could not reach. However as the runts of the pack grew stronger and more ferocious so did he, he learned their patterns and where they were weak. And eventually how to hunt and kill them. It wasn't easy. However he had eventually done it and in turn planned to use the beast's corpse to improve himself for the next hunt .This however proved difficult due to the monsters' nature of melting into shadows upon death. Eventually he managed to find ways to prolong the beasts' deaths so he could take what he needed. He doesn't remember how old he was when he first accomplished this; he does know that it was perhaps the fourth summer he could recall from his memory.

He had set a trap in a clearing near where he slept in the deeper part of the forest, many of the flora in that area bore fruit and the game were mostly smaller animals such as squirrels and rabbits that were drawn to the fruit that the branches bore. The trap itself was a simple pitfall with branches he had sharpened with stones placed at the bottom,for one of the lycanthropic creatures. It was no longer a pup but not yet full grown. Its outer skin of bone was just beginning to form itself upon the beast's back and limbs, luring the monster into the trap had been the easiest part to say the least. All he needed to do really was get the beast's attention and separate it from the rest of its pack without alerting the others. It was easier than he thought it would be. All he did was throw rocks at the wolf-like creature and it gave chase in an almost blind rage, All he had to do was stick to the higher branches and every once in a while throw more rocks. Problems didn't arise until AFTER the beast had fallen into the trap. It was around midday when the unfortunate creature broke through the hollowed out forest floor and ended up impaling itself upon the spikes below. When he approached the edge and looked down he found he had been a little unsuccessful in his design. Of the twenty five or so spikes only three or four had managed to find a place impaling the beast with the rest either meeting resistance from the outer layer of developing bone or simply buckling under the sudden weight put upon them and snapping into nothing more than sharp twigs. Needless to say the beast was not in a very approachable position. It would thrash about and snarl at anything that came close. It wasn't until night fell and the broken moon could be seen in the night sky that he knew it was safe to approach. The monster at around twilight began to howl, not a sort of rallying cry that called others of its kind to it to join in some glorious hunt. No this was a cry that called out for the mercy that only death could bring.

So while in this state he made his way to the bottom of his trap and saw the beast up close in its current state. Its fur was caked with dried blood around where the makeshift spears were protruding from the beast's flesh. One of its front legs was broken, the bone had snapped and was visible outside of the creature's skin. Its eyes looked empty like they had given up any sort of hope of living long ago. He looked at the broken creature and found himself grimacing at what he had done. He, a creature much more fragile than the monsters of the forest, had somehow managed to cause this beast to sing its dying song for him. Its once proud body now lay broken and dying at his feet. The monster's blood leaking from every wound he had inflicted flowing in a deep crimson, almost black stream.

As he drew closer the beast let out a weak growl, not in resistance or defiance but in acceptance. He began looking over the monster looking for anything he could possibly use or at least salvage using the crude stone tools he had on hand. After pacing around the dying creature for a good twenty minutes the creature attempted to lift itself using its front legs. When the creature stirred he stumbled backward in surprise nearly tripping on one of the broken spikes that littered the bottom of the pitfall. The monster's attempt to move however just resulted in it's front legs collapsing in on themselves causing the beast to fall once more making the wounds in its side tear open further causing more of the beast's blood to flow from the wounds. The arm that had been broken in the fall looked as if it was about to fall off due to the splintered piece of bone that had practically shredded the beast's flesh leaving it attached to itself by a few strands of flesh. The beast let out a yelp as its wounded limb met the ground once again. He looked to the wounded arm, or more specifically the bone protruding from it's flesh. And found himself wrapping his small hands around the broken bone. Feeling out every fracture and gap in its length . The creature made no sound as he did so. And only whined as his crude stone dagger began to see away at where the flesh and bone met. When he got roughly halfway through sawing the bone the beast began to breathe erratically as its life force slowly began to slip away. Using the last of its strength the beast jerked one last time causing the bone he was sawing to snap off spraying the last of it's lifeblood over him in the process. He stumbled back as the bone was freed from the dying creature's flesh, looking at what was now in his hand he saw what could potentially replace the stone dagger he had been using for the past two summers. A bone around two feet in length, wide and heavy for his childish hands but he would soon grow into it. At the end of it's slightly curved length was a sharp edge where the bone had snapped from the rest of the creature's arm. He looked back to the creature as he saw it beginning to evaporate into shadows and looked back to the bone in his hand. His hair and face slick with the beast's blood slowly dripping off in small droplets. Some of the dark liquid had found its way onto his lips and into his open mouth and he swallowed. The taste of the monster's blood was not what he expected. The beast's blood had the bitter taste of iron that much he was expecting however there was another flavor, it was bittersweet like the fresh honeycomb that the bees in the less dense part of the forest produced during the late spring and early fall seasons.

However the taste was not what was the most pressing thing on his mind at the moment. As soon as the blood made it's way down his throat he immediately felt a sort of pulse travel throughout his small body. What he noticed first was the smell, what was it? where was it coming from? It smelled familiar, like a rabbit that had just been killed, fresh blood and tender meat mixing with the forest air but it was faint like it was far away. The next thing he noticed was the change in his vision, the moon in the sky had only illuminated so much making it almost impossible to see. However once he had felt the pulse move through him the world around him became sharper than it had been a moment ago. The darkness seemed to lessen and his eyes seemed more accustomed to seeing in the dark. He saw everything in greater detail as well when he looked upon the dead creature he could clearly make out the monster's tendons spasming slightly and begin to deteriorate and turn to dust through the shadows of the night. Along with the sudden improvement in his sight and sense of smell his hearing had also been affected. He could make out the sounds of creatures far off into the distant as well as those close by.

He recognized the sound of the wolven creatures fighting over territory as well as the cry of one of the large ravens that flew overhead. All of this at once seemed to be too much to bear in such a short time as he found himself trying to block out the overload to his senses by closing his eyes and covering his ears while gripping his head in pain. But the blood did not just have an affect on his senses, he could feel his body begin to change or alter itself ever so slightly becoming more like the beast he had just killed. His ears gained a sight point towards the top and he could feel his canines grow and become sharper even if it was slightly. His muscles as well as the rest of his body felt as if it could handle feats that should be very difficult or near impossible for someone as young as he was.

He crouched slightly and in a single bound leapt out of the pit he had dug and back onto forest floor above, two thing had happened when that he realized one was that he was now capable of physical feats well beyond what he was able to do just a few hours ago and that he had not fully realized how much power he put into his jump seeing how on his descent he nearly close lined himself on a tree branch in the clearing. When he did land it was not as one would call it graceful he stumbled and rolled into a nearby tree trunk (nearly impaling himself with his new fashioned dagger in the process) shaking the branches with enough force to cause fruit which had been growing on the upper levels to literally bury him in enough food to feed him for a week. He emerged from the pile of fruit and dusted himself off and simply stood there looking around the clearing taking in everything his senses would allow from the smells of the nearby grotto where a stream provided fresh water to a bountiful flower bed, the sound of the monsters and woodland creatures stalking the forest around him. As well as the sight of the clearing around him, the giant towering trees ripe with fruit and lit by billions of stars and hundreds of fireflies before he felt it all suddenly vanish his senses dulling once more and his physical attributes shifting back to their human state all but his canines which had remained pointed. He looked back to the beast now nearly evaporated in the trap he had made. All of these feelings and experiences came from sampling its blood? This power he had just experienced, was that how the beasts saw the world? If he had more blood surely he could find out and perhaps the different types of beast would provide a different experience.

He let a carefree smile come to his face, he could contend with the ones who shared his home. He realized after that night that in the forest he lived in he did not need to fall into the category of prey he could be on par with the beasts that roamed the emerald wilds all he had to do was be smart about it.

Of course the forest was not just home to him and the grimm monsters he shared it with. Roughly once a year others would come into his home. Others like him but at the same time not like him. The others more often than not were, put simply loud and very obnoxious. He had taken to referring to the day as "Boom day" or "crash day" mostly because of the loud explosions along with shouts, outsiders flying through the air, broken branches, fallen trees and the occasional fire. For whatever reason the visitors to his home were always much older than he was, although now they would probably be closer in age to him. And they would always do the same things each time, causing an unnecessary amount of noise making the monsters very nervous and more often than not violent, separate themselves then for whatever reason find one another again and then go look for something towards the part of the forest that the bigger monster's live. He never really bothered to notice the outsiders much unless they wandered through his territory. It was when this happened that he would just simply observe them. They were strange to say the very least, they wore odd hides like they were not made from the skins of animals or monsters but of something else. And their equipment was oftentimes the oddest thing about them. instead of having tools and armor fashioned from the bones of monsters. The outsiders had equipment made of some sort of sleek and sharp material oftentimes shining in the sunlight, and each weapon the outsiders wielded was unique; he never in all the "boom days" saw the same weapon twice. There was however one similarity between them all...they all were VERY loud and destructive conjuring violent explosions of all types pulled straight from nature from fire to lightning and from winter's frost to mighty gusts of wind. And sometimes just very loud BANGS! and something would die. The outsiders like the creatures communicated with one another speaking in tongues and sounds he was not familiar with. It had taken him ten summers at least to get a basic understanding of what was being said and another two to be able to understand completely, could he himself speak how they spoke? Probably not. But he could understand them at the least. He was honestly surprised that he had not been seen or even noticed by the others like him. Perhaps it was a mixture of his growing up in the forest and that they only visited a few times a year mixed with the enhancements he received from the blood of monsters that kept them from noticing but he didn't like to dwell on it.

For whatever reason he thought it was amusing to cause mischief for the outsiders. He started out innocent enough. Simply following them around and see if they would be able to notice him and if they did he would simply disappear as if he was never there in the first place. But as he grew older and bolder he would do things like brush by them while their back was turned or hang from a branch and make the outsiders believe they were all. jabbing each other in the shoulders. This eventually escalated into testing his luck in "acquiring genuine outsider" trophies. Such as a strange clip he pulled from a girl's hair, a lot of brown leather pouches filled with strange stiff chip things of different colors with strange symbols on them, some strange cylinders and pouches that he could only assume were used for storing water and other liquids, and somehow he had managed to "acquire" an entire set armor crafted from leather and that strange hard material. To be fair to the one he had "received" it from they had been rendered unconscious after he may or may not have suddenly dropped down in front of them in his attempt at collecting fresh honeycomb from the beehive above them, which in turn caused the poor boy to pass out from surprise.

The armor itself was not the most impressive he has seen the outsiders wear. It was just a simple leather harness which housed what he learned was called a "steel" plate on one of the shoulders, that would go over a simple chest guard made from a lighter variant of the same material. Needless to say he liked it, it was a bit big for him at first but he grew into it eventually along with figuring out the adjustment straps which had only taken him a few months to learn he might add.

On one of the more recent "Boom days" he decided to follow a few of the outsiders, curious as to what they were even there for. He began to track a girl almost as soon as she landed on the forest floor. She was at best about as imposing as a small rabbit, ironic because she had the ears atop her head to match the impression she gave off. If he were to be completely honest he was surprised that she survived long enough to even run into any of the other visitors to the forest. Mostly because she seemed like she was ready to pass out or run in the complete opposite direction whenever something, anything really made a noise in the brush near her. Most of the time it was just a small woodland creature like a squirrel or rabbit with the occasional bird here or she managed to meet up and somehow join with three other outsiders after wandering aimlessly for a good three and a half hours. The others seemed like they were better suited for aimlessly wandering around in the forest for the most part. The rest of the rabbit girl's makeshift pack was comprised of two males both seeming like they would be able to handle themselves with the larger of the two wielding a rather large blade and the one covered in scars utilizing possibly the oddest weapons he had ever seen, Two curved blades mounted on their wielder's bracers that were attached to his forearms. Any sensible creature be they beast or man would hesitate to confront them.

However it was not the men of the group that made him nervous,no it was the second woman that caught his attention. At first she did not seem like much of a threat, if anything she would appear to be the least suited for a trek into the wilderness. Adorned in clothing and garments that offered no real protection in combat really the only purpose that they seemed to serve was an aesthetic one. Though granted the scarred one did not have much to offer in the way of protection but he seemed agile enough to be able to avoid most attacks from the beasts of the forest. But the other girl, what set shivers down his spine was the confidence she emitted as soon as their group was set upon by a pack of wandering Wolf beasts.

Almost immediately she took command of the other three in her party and directed them to form not only an effective defensive perimeter with only four people, but had also shown that she was not only meant to be respected but feared. The respect came from her show as an alpha within her group the fear came from when the bag he had thought was simply carrying supplies seemed to grow and shift into a rather large and very loud machine of death and destruction. Wherever she faced the machine would spin as its echoing shots could be heard for miles disrupting the other beasts in the area as well. And wherever the machine was pointed things would die. Or for lack of a better word, simply be eviscerated leaving nothing that could be salvaged from the corpses of the beasts. To say that that after that moment the alpha woman scared the life out of him would be an understatement seeing how after the skirmish he made an effort to NEVER be within her line of sight as he continued to follow them towards the territory that was home to the largest beasts in the immediate area. He stopped following when they reached the edge of his territory and wandered into theirs, no matter how curious he was about what exactly the outsiders were doing in the giant scorpion's territory he valued his life more.

That was around a year ago and if his count was correct then today was going to be another "Boom day" but that did not really matter because if his nose was telling the truth then the bees in the central territory had awoken from their winter hibernation earlier than usual and begun to produce their honeycomb early. The honeycomb that the bees made was easily the best thing he had ever eaten, so sweet and delicious that just thinking about it made his mouth water. So much so that it was well worth the myriad of stings that he would often receive no matter what he did. He found that the small rolling tusk creatures' blood provided adequate enough armor for collecting much more than the hardened leather that he usually wore. Unfortunately he was fresh out of tusk blood having used it all in a scrap with one of the larger lycan creatures.

And so here he stood on the branches of one of the larger trunks above the forest floor he had grown tall and strong because of his time spent improving himself for his own survival he had even managed to get a good chunk of territory carved out in the years since he first set that trap for the nightmarish wolf. A territory that spanned from the grotto located in the south of the forest to the edge of the cliffs to the east and even to the edge of the north cliff face where the giant raven made its nest it was not all that sizable in comparison to the rest of the forest but he still felt some inkling of pride in it. The creatures still wandered his territory that much was a given but they knew not to try and challenge for the territory those that did were usually skinned alive and their parts used to improve himself. Even though he claimed the area as his own there are still places he did not venture most notably the cave that the giant clawed beast resided hell he had even marked outside the cave as a warning to the outsiders so they would not be inclined to explore and anger easily one of the largest monsters in his immediate area so far his warning had been followed seems that as strange as the outsiders had not disturbed the beast yet.

His messy dark blue almost black hair blowing in the slight breeze. Eyes the color of a soft crimson gazed over the path towards where both the honey and outsiders would be his senses enhanced by the blood of the wolfish creatures let him notice every scent and see further than any normal creature could, well he supposed his current state could be considered normal for his seeing how he made sure to have a constant amount of the wolf essence flowing through him to keep himself sharp, he had been doing this so long that even when he had none in his system the effects could still be felt slightly in the form of a sharper sense of smell and hearing as well as his canines having their permanent sharp point and the same with his took the moment's rest that he had allowed himself to check over his gear and ensure all the pouches filled with the bittersweet liquid were secured to him properly. His bone daggers were fastened in their usual place across the back of his waist attached to the leather belt that also held in place the pelt of an adolescent wolf creature around his waist black and cascaded around his legs in a makeshift kilt. His armour was in check his usual tunic that he had made from the hides of the game in the area covered by the lightweight steel chest guard, which was covered by the leather harness he had "acquired" some years before albeit slightly modified.

He had added extra pouches on the straps in the front that ran across each side of his chest which contained small vials of extra blood in addition to the large drinking pouch filled with the wolfish blood that rested at his side. Each small vial contained a different type ranging from the the monstrous bear like creatures to the large ravens that roamed the skies, even a small vial that held the blood of the massive eight-legged creature that had the large spiked tail and terrifying claws that could crush the trunks of certain trees in a single motion. At the center of the leather harness where it was fastened he had adorned it with some thin pieces of metal he had found in near the edge of the forest near the large cliff face to the east arranged in the shape of two crescent moons that encircled a fragmented blue stone that he had for as long as he could remember it used to be larger and full but when he was around nine summers old he had dropped it and it had shattered. All that could be seen of the engraving now were the letters BEO. Not that that mattered to him, he couldn't read them to him they were just strange symbols that he couldn't make out.

Dawn had just broken so he estimated that he would have at least an hour or two before the outsiders made their unique entry into his home. And so he made his way down the path leaping from tree to tree and swinging from branch to branch. Until he heard the first of the outsiders shout as they were flung across the sky and land somewhere in the forest the first one was always quieter than the others for whatever reason and after a bit he could hear more screaming however after about three or for of them he simply heard someone shout "Wooo Hooo" which was followed by a series of explosions. By then he had already reached his destination. Situated on the branch directly across from his on a neighboring tree was a golden bee hive he could see a small swarm of its workers moving in and out as they produced what he was seeking inside. But how to get it? The bees seemed to be less active this morning so perhaps he could simply climb over and carefully reach in and scoop some of the honeycomb out. No that would be asking to get swarmed and stung. Maybe he could cut a piece out of the side and quickly flee. That may work. As he began to walk closer to the edge of his branch preparing to hop over to the next branch he heard another one of the explosions this one was VERY close and was followed by the rustling of leaves and the snapping of branches a lot of them and they were getting closer to him by the second.

He didn't exactly know what had happened but all he knew was it hurt… a lot. As he looked left all he saw was a blur of brown and bright yellow almost gold crash into him and send them both falling to the forest floor with what he was assuming was an outsider landing on top of him. Needless to say the sudden impact and landing had him seeing tiny black wolves chasing honey bees. He couldn't really see what was currently on top of him as he looked up all he saw was a mass of gold hair. It was to be blunt extremely beautiful and given the length he believed it belonged to a female, he had seen the hair color amongst the outsiders before but never in this magnitude. It looked as if it was spun from pure gold; he would have reached out to feel it if he hadn't landed on one of his hands with the other being pinned by the outsider atop of him. Her scent was something he wouldn't forget either if he had to say it; she smelled like a mix of honey, burning wood and the explosive powder he found in a capsule he liberated from an outsider. By now she must have regained her senses as he could feel her begin to stir atop him.

"Hmmm...well that could have gone a little better" She groaned as she tried to sit up flipping her hair out of her face to reveal a soft beautiful face with a smooth pale complexion and lilac colored eyes looking down at him behind askew sunglasses looking down at him.

"Sorry bout crashin into you like that usually I don't tackle boys on sight until at least the third date. "She let out a small chuckle followed by a grin appearing on her face.

She sat upright straddling his waist and began stretching her arms out letting out a satisfied groan while doing so, allowing him a better view of the girl who crashed into him. If he thought she was beautiful before it was only reinforced when he got a better look at her. Her clothing consisted of a brown coat that clung to her rather curvaceous and generous frame covering a yellow colored undershirt and an orange scarf around her neck, the jacket stopping right where her stomach was showing off her midriff along with two gold bracelets adorning her wrists. While her lower half was adorned with black shorts that hugged close to her body and a brown belt over it. In all honesty he aside from the jacket he couldn't see how it could protect her in combat. But he would be damned if she did not wear it well.

"Well I guess I just need to look where I'm goin a bit better eh fella?" she said as she looked down at him noticing his starring another smirk this one a bit more devious appeared on her face.

"Ahh see somthin you like?" she said in a playful manner "well you're gonna be seein a lot of it seeing how your my partner now after all." she said as she rolled off of him and dusted herself off offering her hand to help him up.

Partner? What was she talking about? Wait did she think he was another outsider! Well there wasn't really a problem with that and it wasn't like he could tell her otherwise. As he got to his feet he noticed he was taller than her not by much only a one or two inches. He looked at her again closer this time. Noticing the callouses on her hands and definition in her arm and leg muscles she was strong he could tell by looking at her but took great care in making sure it did not show physically. He wondered why.

"Well the names Yang, Yang Xiao Long. and yours is?" she said extending her arm once more.

Name? He never really remembered having a name. In his confusion just simply pointed to his chest as if to ask..Me?

When the now named Yang saw this gesture and looked to where he was pointing she did not get an indication that he was asking a question. What she saw was the fragmented gem on his chest buckle and spied the letters BEO.

"Beo huh? Well nice to meet you Beo. I take it by the way you pointed to your name you don't talk much do you?" Yang said with a wide smile appearing on her face while vigorously shaking his hand.

Beo? Was that what was on the gem? Well it made having to try and say a name easier. And in response to her question he just mimicked what he had seen other outsiders do in situations and simply shrugged his shoulders.

Yang then looked him over once more and after giving it some thought he did look more like the rugged silent type given his appearance and all. But the introductions would have to come later the initiation test was well under way and they should have probably left a while ago.

"Well i guess more formal introductions are going to have to come later cause right now we've got a relic to find." Yang stateted pumping one of her fists into the air.

Beo just gave her a confused look as if he had no clue what she was talking about. Which he didn't.

"Wow I guess I musta crashed into you harder than I thought, Well have no fear I'm sure with the two of us we'll find them no problem!" she exclaimed as she grabbed the back of Beo's collar and began leading him deeper into the woods with her. He looked up at the beehive that was still attached to the branch above. Do not worry my sweet sweet honeycomb we shall meet again he thought as he was dragged by his apparent partner and he silently hoped that this day would not get any stranger.

_ A/N: So this is the first fic Ive ever actually written and basicly Im using it to improve my writing ability and practice different mechanics and things like that that and ever since a friend of mine and i said "hey lets make RWBY oc's" and he immediatly said mine was dumb. I being me imediatly thought of backstory and how he can fit into the RWBY verse. Just as a clarifier Beo will NOT be replacing anyone in the main cast and it wont be one of those five people to a team stories either. nope it will not. the rating may change latter on depending on how far i decide to go with my pushing of my metaphorical envolope. Anyway leave a review or pm me about any thoughts, concerns or questions i welcome any constructive critism this is Amouren signing out

AN 6/20/2020: So this is actually a re-upload after I re read it and realized that there were A TON of grammar mistakes. and blocks of text I've done my best to fix them and hope this makes the experience a little bit easier. I will be going through the other chapters as well doing the same thing. to those who are new to this story. Welcome! to those who are re reading this thank you for your continued support.