So im here with a new story and just a bit of an idea based upon JC of the corn's Viking story. So just to keep it short and simple it will really just involve a Navajo and Winter and to put it simply lets call this story The Monster Slayer of the Snow. Plus the other reason why I wrote this fanfiction is also a big fuck you to the Writer on this site who goes by Silver Ruffian. . . Fuck that guy who doesn't believe I'm Navajo. So anyway I hope you guys enjoy and if your wondering why I don't update The Blood Diamond Chronicles I told that audience to leave feedback and I even had a plan to extend its storyline in 3 other spin offs with an estimated 100k total.

It has been many snows since Ashkii has left the lands that his forefathers has called home. The land of the Four Sacred Mountains as it is called in the White Mans tongue Biligaana. Ever since the spanish have came through and attempted to convert his family they learned his father was a medicine or holy man. The Nakaii's own holy man accused his father of witch craft and went to tell their warriors. Ashkii said he would hunt down the Nakaii and force them to leave his family alone. This idea angered his father and told him not to be foolish and attack the people who ride mounts that can catch you where ever you tread. When the Nakaii came along with their medicine man they asked for only his father. This of course upsetted his mother as she tried holding onto him. It only took a moment of desparation and fear that caused the slaughter of his family. Ashkii still thinks back on that day. The only thing he has from his home was his father's medicine bundle that he used for ceremonies, several skins full of jewelry his mother had which half he traded, and the rug his mother made for him when he was just a child which he used as a floor mat.

"Hey little brother catch up if we hurry we can make it back to home" said a rather tanned skinned Kiowa. This was routine for him. He was a true nomad when it came to living. He would move from people to people and aid them in return for lodging. Now in the moment he and several were returning from a raid from a US fort. This was the peak of his visit with the Kiowa band as it was his final show of gratitude towards their leader. They made out with munitions, skins of black powder and several ponies.

"Cha little brother you were magnificent this night. This will keep our people strong for the coming winter" Another said. He simply nodded as he kicked his mounts hind quarters signaling it to canter along the river in the moon light.

As the small party made it back to the encamped band that resided near a river. They unloaded their gains Ashkii was approached by the leader of the band who went by the name Small Hawk.

"Hello Ashkii I take it your adventure went well?" he said in a pleased mood.

"Yes, we went in and got out without bringing attention to ourselves and made sure we werent followed." The shorter one said. When Ashkii made his way farther north he learned the Dine or people that lived here grew tall while he was considered tall by his own's standards. The leader smiled and extended his hand. They shook and followed the leader to his lodge.

"Are you sure you want to join Walking Deer back to his people. You have earned more than much to stay with us?" The leader said as they entered the conical dwelling. Sitting down inside as a lamp illumimated the hide walls.

"No grandfather I wish to venture out further North with the Lakota." Said Ashkii as he sat across from the rather older man. It was true he had heard of the nomadic Lakota from a traveler such as himself who was a Ute.

The old man thought on this as he had many moons when he thought of Ashkii. He has already proven himself for the past season to be his second in line since he has no children to take the roll of Chief of his band. But he couldn't force his wants over the young man's wishes. He slowly got up and picked out a bundle he had gathered from the village as a thank you for him. Handing it to Ashkii he sat back down and pulled at a leather thong wrapped around his waist and handed it to Ashkii. Attached to it was a leather sheath decorated in finely colored quil work with colors of black, yellow, red and white.

Accepting the gifts he nodded and got up to hug the Elder. "May you live a long and happy life grandfather. May you walk along the path of tranquility and prosperity." He said before letting go.

"When you arrive to Walkings Deer's people Tell the Chief, Small Hawk sent you." The Elder said as Ashkii began to make his way to the exit of the lodge. Getting out he would see Walking Deer atop his horse while he held the bridle to his. After securing the gift bundle to his he hoisted himself on top and slowly began his way following his guide.

After about an hour later the two made it far enough in the silence of the night as Walking Deer was reviewing over the language of his people and the accompanying 3 groups that spoke it as well: The Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota. As the temperature dropped during their travel they donned Buffalo robes that Walking Deer kept with him and his two pack horses as they carried his trade items.

"What had made you want to travel this far north Ashkii?" asked the tradesman, finishing the review as he continued speaking his birth tongue to which Ashkii replied.

"The escape from bad thoughts and the life that was mine before they came." He replied as he fished out the necklace of blue, yellow, white and black stone bead necklace each from the borders of his home. Walking Deer only nodded in understanding. The word and rumor of the White Man spread like smoke in the wind once you smell it you can choose to ignore it but when you do you are already surrounded by its flames. He had heard many tales from any other people who have fled from the east seeking refuge or leading them here. He has even heard prophecies from many holy men that the white men will cover the very earth as they know it in black spider's web. As so a gourd of ashes would drop from the sky and onto the Earth. The thought from these prophecies would detail the tribulation for the many snows and summers to come.

As flakes of frost began to turn into a torrent of harsh beating snow. The group kept as tight as they can to avoid losing each other in the storm across the open plain. The only break in the dark was the retur ning light of the sun as it was coveres in the veil of clouds and torment.

" much more untill we reach shelter!" Shouted Ashkii to his companion who had a tough time keep his horses together.

"Just over this hill there should be a patch of trees to take shelter in!" he yelled back. As they made their way over the hill the patch of woods were already occupied by a group of US Calvary Men. The uniformed arrangement of tents were the dead giveaway but was shrouded in the storm. Only the sight of campfires and lamps giving any indication that people were there. But not their people.

As they two drew nearer they could already hear to sound of indistinct talk as well as the sound of cheering. One of the Calvary men had left the main circle of enjoyment to take a piss at the edge of the trees. He went unnoticed as the two strode past him. A total of four horses went pass as the soldier finally tool notice. Their silhouettes breaking the light telling him they werent in uniform.

"Injuns!" he yelled at the top of his lungs alerting his brothers. The two looked at each other and dove off their mounts as their general direction was peppered in volleys of lead.

"Dodah!" Ashkii yelled as his mount. The very same he stole from the Nakaii after he took his revenge for his family. It was one if the few things he had from his old life that fell to the snow in a heap.

"Hokah Hay!" yelled Walking Deer as he whistled and released his two pack horses. He recovered and fished his rifle from the ground and fired back and receeded into the trees to reload. Meanwhile Ashkii regained his bearings only to be kicked back down into the snow by the soldier who cried wolf. Ashkii already pulled his knife and rolled to the side before being stabbed by the biligaana. He kicked the man in the knee which earned a cry of pain before he pushed him against a tree. His hand grew warm as his blade connected with his throat. He got up and fished his bow from the ground and his sling full of arrows and retreated as well to the trees as yelling and the rush of footsteps made their way to the edge of the trees. "Ashkii there shouldn't be no more than 20 of them" Walking Deer silently shouted from behind a tree. Ashkii nodded and notched an arrow and drew it back.

They only waited seconds as soldiers ran began past them. Figures through the storm stopped amongst the pines as they examined their fallen companion. "Christ they killed Church" said one of the soldiers as he examined his corpse. The other soldiers standing on their guard with their rifles raised as they scanned what they could see. "Spread out and search for those red skins I want their bodies for this!" said a more decorated soldier. Following orders a dozen started fanning out in pairs. While the leader and an entourage of three followed him.

By now the two were silently creeping from tree to tree making their way closer towards the camp to steal a set of horses as theirs have been killed. Seeing as most have went most likely searching for them they circled around till they reached several dozen of horses and a couple of wagons. As Walking Deer was prepping the horses Ashkii kept an eye out for any activity around the area. As they hopped their new mounts they sped through the camp causing a more tense reply as they knocked over several soldiers before making it back to their original horses and gathered what gear they dropped. Walking Deer secured several bags of food onto his horse as Ashkii pulled the wool rug from his horse and strewn it onto the new one. As they got back on their horses and sped back through the camp the Leader and what men they had were finally on their horses and giving chase as the storm has cleared they could clearly see their targets and took aim. Fire another wall of lead Walking Deer fell from his mount as it kept running. His body dragging though the snow as his foot caught in the storm ups. Ashkii slowed down and allowed for Walking Deer to grab his foot and hoist himself back onto his horse.

In just a few seconds of pulling him back onto his horse Walking Deer yanked on the reins of his pulling him to a stop. He shouted but his companion couldn't hear him over the next volley of fire. Ashkii and his mount ran their way off the cliff and into the darkness below.

It was only a few seconds that went black before he regained his bearings. He was on the bottom of the cliff side. He heard shouting in the Whiteman's language before he heard Walking Deer shout before hearing the sound of a single shot. He laid there knowing his time would come. The sun wad rising from the east. He felt happy. The Sun was there. There to see his passing from this world. He embraced its radiance. It was all he could feel. It's warmth.

Somewhere in Remnant in the remote forests of Sanus within Vale, Winter Schnee was sipping tea from her cup as she was looking at reports from the scouting teams as they came back from cataloging several potential Grimm hive locations. She signed them away to be processed and looked out the window of her office. Several officers were barking orders as their respective platoons were in a running exercise as others were tending to the stables that had their horses. She personally liked the animals for their ability to be trained to rush from the battlefield when ordered and come back as well and also the bond one can achieve with the fast beast as they can head back to the fort unlike a motorized vehicle that always needs more expensive maintenance. Even though she wouldn't consciously admit it taught the men that were under her command to learn to earn respect from one rather than force the animal. She was about to turn from her desk until one of the men rode in making a commotion for some reason. She normally wouldn't have paid mind to it save for the fact that one of the jeeps in the fort was driving out of the main entrance heading east.

"Are you sure someone is out here son?" said the driver as he maneuvered off the main road and along the fresh horse trails.

"Yeah hurry. The rest of my team is with him." The decade younger scout said as the medic wad sitting in the small truck bed in the back. In all seriousness the scout who found him was real freaked out that they found a guy at the base of a tree bleeding from several bullet wounds as well as a dead horse with numerous items littered around the area. "Oum this shit looks old" said one of the riders as he was gathering all of the gear. Meanwhile a female rider was picking up wool rug that was in the middle of the dead horse and its barely alive rider.

"Hey Auburn do you recognize the art pattern?" asked the woman as she held each corner of the rug as it showed a large display of symmetrical geometric patterns. One of the guys turned around from his look out and shook his head.

"No I don't recognize i. . . Wait let me take a look at it" he said as he walked to examine the woolen fabric. "The weaving isnt like anything ive seen. The pattern is amazing as well as it doesn't show a closed weave, the string all flows out here" he said as he pointed at a corner.

Meanwhile one of the riders picked up an old lever action rifle "Jeez you can shoot Alex's other finger off with this" as he marveled at the gun as it had a ammo pouch on the butt as well as rough and unpolished look.

"I heard that Wilkins!" yelled a rather large man.

By this time the off road vehicle arrived and they started picking the sand colored man up and loading him in the small truck bed in the back.

Later

The men were in the middle of scrubbing down the small jeep truck as it was dripping blood and soap from its bed. Meanwhile Winter was walking towards the men who went on the little adventure.

"What exactly happened private?" She said in the cold tone that has earned her the name of Ice Queen that and any guy who got on her bad side she would have them run till sunrise as she had a glyph summoned Beowulf chase after them. Needless to say the first guy who attested to that word spread like virus and soon everyone kept a stiff posture around the Schnee heiress.

"I-I-I was on my normal rounds with my team out towards the eastern forest." said the rider as he saluted. Winter just pinched the bridge of her nose. She new that it wasn't uncommon for people to go out and hermit themselves in the wilds but she usually heard from her Drill Sergeant back at the Academy in Atlas that when she would meet one, that she would prepare for an isolated and broken spirit from the individual as they would want help from whoever finds them.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME WHITE MAN!" Yelled Ashkii as he wrestled the medic off of him and threw him out the window but his body only hit the window as it was bullet proof glass. For one he was sure he was going to the next life and meet the holy spirits. But he woke up feeling something or rather someone prodding a glass tube near his rear. Needless to say he was mad at the ordeal.

As he started running out he passed the Schnee heiress. Now she would have reacted sooner if it wasn't for the fact he was buck ass naked. He started running down the hall as he passed more people in white armor. As Winter snapped back to reality she brought up her scroll and switched it to the local frequency set for base communications. "Be advise we have a . . . Hysterical Man running" She sternly said as she started running after him before he caused anymore trouble.

Seeing the closest thing that resembled an exit. Ashkii bolted down the hallway. Now for one thing he felt tired now after the adrenaline started to wear off he felt heavy as he felt something drip down his leg. Then he slipped on his own blood.

As soon as Winter caught up she was catching her breath from the sprinting she was doing as she followed the trail of blood. This was really below her paycheck she thought as she called off the alert and called for two more medics. One for her new guest and a medic for the medic who is still lying on the floor.