Okay, folks. This thing has been in the works for quite some time. I think it's finally ready to hit the internet. I don't usually do OC fics, but I feel that the world of RWBY is one that is practically made for OCs. Also, these may be some of the most developed OCs I've ever made, and that's saying something! The story will focus mostly on the canon characters for a few chapters, so I thought I'd start off with four Prologues, similar to the four trailers for the series, so that people will get a good sense of Team FRAL before their first encounter with Team RWBY and the others. These will not be in any chronological order.

Side note: A morning star is a spiked mace. Enjoy!

Fear

The scent of Dust and tension permeated the air. Grinning widely, the wolf Faunus ran a tongue over his sharpened teeth. His amber eyes were narrow beneath the Grimm mask that obscured the top of his face. Gray ears flattened instinctively as the gates creaked open. The only other sound was a tail wagging eagerly against the ground. A black White Fang uniform cloaked the rest of his form, allowing him to blend into the night.

Fell. Calm. The command echoed in Fell's head, cutting through his eagerness to begin. He took a deep breath and nodded, sending mental reassurance to his leader.

Command. Ready, he replied.

After a few moments, he heard in his mind: Fell. Attack. Distract.

Immediately, the wolf jumped from his hiding place in the bushes and bounded on all fours toward the gates. The human only had a moment to scream before he was borne to the ground, head cracking against the pavement.

Distract!

Throwing back his head, the gray Faunus let out a long, haunting howl that echoed across the pavement and off of the nearby building. Lights flashed on as he drew his weapon: a large, heavy, silver morning star named Ragnarok. He licked his lips as he jumped out of the way of the first round of ammo. His keen eyes caught the source of the barrage and his legs carried him rapidly toward it. He zigzagged left and right as more bullets hailed on the asphalt around him.

In a moment, he saw the human. He saw the face of an adult change from anger to fear as he drew closer.

Holding Ragnarok tightly, Fell swung the heavy weapon at the guard's arm, which made a satisfying snapping noise on contact. The man screamed in agony and fell to his knees.

Sudden pain in his shoulder caused the Faunus to spin around, snarling in annoyance. More human guards were rushing toward him. He could hear them coming from all sides. He leaped into the air, dodging their attacks, before activating his Aura. A silver glow surrounded him. At the same time, the Aura of his opponents became visible.

Sucking in a deep breath, he extended his Aura until he could feel the energies of his opponents leaving their bodies and melding with him. He heard a series of groans as twenty or so people fell to their knees, completely drained.

As he devoured the Auras of his enemies, he felt his excitement increase tenfold. He barely heard the next command that echoed through his head: Fell. Door. Path.

Obediently, he turned and bounded in the direction of the door. He could see his teammates fighting off guards while his leader was focusing intently on the lock. As he drew closer, he saw smoke rising from the door, which let out a hissing click before opening.

Taking Ragnarok, he twisted the hilt, causing the spiked end to elongate and widen until he was holding a three-foot long bazooka. He pressed the trigger that came out of the hilt, sending a ball of flames cutting through the swarms of humans, scattering their unconscious bodies across the ground.

His leader opened the door and pointed inside.

Fell. Stairs. Path.

With a growl of acknowledgement, he returned Ragnarok to its morning star form on his back, slipped through the door, and ran toward where the stairways were. The maps he had been shown during briefing appeared in his mind's eye, reinforced by the images transmitted from his leader. He was nearing the stairs just as the scent of a new human entered his nostrils

Then, something came up behind him, grabbed him around the middle, and stuck a Taser right into his side.

A wholly inhuman roar erupted from him as he swung around, mouth open, fangs glistening. Then, they sank into the flesh of the guard's arm and his mind went blank.

A red haze settled over his brain, over his vision. All he felt was the warmth pulsing from the struggling guard and into his mouth. The Taser was little more than an annoying tingle in his side as he bit down, tearing the guard's flesh right from his arm.

It was good. Good blood. Good meat. Fell swallowed ravenously, advancing on the man, who was now curled up on the floor. The sight disgusted the wolf Faunus. Pathetic prey!

Pain in his arm caused him to turn, snarling angrily at the interruption. Another human stood on the stairs, aiming a gun at him. How dare the prey try fighting back?! His weapon forgotten on his back, Fell shot forward on all fours, pouncing on the human and slashing mercilessly at his chest with his sharp claws. He bit down on the guard's shoulder, eating another morsel before rushing up the stairs, already sensing the upcoming attack from the other guards.

As he rushed from human to human, slashing and biting anything that moved, he was faintly aware of a sound in the back of his mind. It was annoyingly persistent, but he pushed it aside. He hungered. He needed more!

He looked around, sniffing the air. There were no new guards. Good. This would allow him to feed on the twitching forms he had left behind. He turned toward the nearest one, opening his mouth to take another bite. He relished the whimpering noise the human made as he crouched down.

Fell!

Fell pawed angrily at one of his wolf ears, trying to get the voice to go away. He was busy. He needed to-

Fell! Stop!

Though he tried to resist, his leader's voice quickly overpowered his hunger and he obediently backed away, his ears flattening submissively, his eyes closing.

He heard his team walking slowly down the hallway. His leader broke into a run when she noticed him on the floor. He felt her kneeling in front of him. Her shock and fear washed over him like a trembling shroud, pushing the last traces of rage from his body. What had he been so angry about?

After a moment, she whispered in a tremulous voice: "Fell…what did you do?!"

Fell opened his eyes, locking them with the brown, vulpine ones that hid behind his leader's mask. He blinked at her before the salty tang in his mouth made itself known. He licked his lips before his eyes fell on the twitching bodies scattered throughout the hallway.

No! He jumped back, digging his claws into the stone ground. What happened?! How? Why? He couldn't remember the past few minutes at all! Wordlessly, his leader confirmed what he had done.

That fullness in his stomach… Had he…? Had he really…?

Bile rose in Fell's throat and he hacked loudly to the side before his past few bloody minutes spilled from his mouth. The stench was horrible, and he staggered away as the last few bits of raw meat splattered on the floor. After a few more dry retches, he collapsed on his side.

As blackness clouded his vision, he felt his leader's arms wrap around him, heard one of his teammates' voices saying: "You know, we could use the blood…" He couldn't tell whose it was. He was already too far gone.

The taste of human blood and vomit would be the first thing on his mind when next he woke.

Like in the RWBY-verse, the members of Team FRAL are loosely based off of different fictional characters. Fell is based on the wolf Fenrir from Norse mythology. If you were confused by the mental communication, don't worry. That will be explained in the next chapter. Please review! Reviews make me happy. Praise Monty and peace out!