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Ruby Rose, Beacon's youngest student, peaks her head into the dorm room of team JNPR looking for a certain blonde dork.
“Hey, where’s Jaune?” She asks the occupants of the room Lie Ren and Nora Valkyrie
Ren who was currently reading a book about origami answered “He’s in Emerald forest” was his curt response.
Ruby tilted her head “What’s he doing there?”
“He’s doing some super secret training while Pyrrha is gone!” Shouted Nora bouncing on her bed, full of energy as always.
Hearing that Ruby frowned a little in worry “Is that really a good idea for Jaune to be alone in a Grimm infested forest?”
Knowing that this question would pop up Ren showed her his scroll, on it was a map of the forest with a moving image of two golden crescent arcs. “We have Jaune’s location and his aura level, when it will reach 30% it means that he is in trouble so we pick him up” Ruby nodded, it made sense. Until Jaune was in the red of his Aura he was safe.
Seeing that Ruby nodded, Ren took it as his cue to elaborate. “It gets quite late so we will be going after him anyway, for now we-” He was cut off as his scroll beeped
“Jaune arc. Aura level:20%” Said the automated voice of Ren’s scroll
Ren and Nora jumped out of their dorm window, Ruby slammed the door of her own room “GIRLS. FOREST. NOW!” And with that she sprinted right behind Ren and Nora, jumping out a window.
oOo
Jaune Arc was having a great day, no really. First his partner had to go somewhere because her contract demanded that she make an appearance in some Atlessian Restaurant, so now they couldn’t train together. He was really happy about that, it’s not like he has a lot of things to catch up on so days that he could spend polishing his technique with his partner/teacher are wasted (ok, maybe he is being overdramatic and these days weren’t truly wasted but if Pyrrha was here they surely would be better spent).
Second, he got a great idea to practice fighting against Grimm in the forest, alone (Truly his most brilliant moment). He expected to practice on like 10 Beowolves, or maybe an Ursai if they appeared near him. What he hadn’t expected was for there to be a literal horde of them. He already killed 40 Beowolves and 15 Ursas. 55 Grimm total! Honestly he has no idea how he is still alive. Pyrrha’s training must really be that good.
While he whined in his head Jaune killed the last Ursa from that horde. Being spent he made an executive decision to get the fuck out of here while he could still breath. He turned around just to see the hate filled eyes of a Beowolf. Said Grimm launched itself at Jaune, trying to separate his face from his head. Jaune was able to put up his shield, denying his attacker the snack that is Jaune Arc.
Jaune was already angling his sword to skewer that stupid mutt’s head when his necklace that he found as a child started glowing. Both he and the Beowulf stopped and looked at the necklace, concern painted both their faces. Before he could utter a word the glow intensified, blinding him and bathing everything in harsh light.
Jaune lost consciousness.
OoO
Headache. That is the only thing that Jaune can feel. He groggily stands up, looking around for any threats, like the Beowulf that was on top of him trying to eat his face. Not that he thinks about that, where is it!? He quickly looks all around him.
No grimm in sight, huh. ‘Lucky me I guess’ thought Jaune. He spots Crocea Mors and goes to pick it up. When he bends over and reaches out his ‘hand’ he is left quite perplexed. Because instead of his normal human, glove-covered hand is a paw. A big, suspiciously Beowolf shaped paw, but instead of Grimm’s trademark darker-than-black fur , this is a blond, golden retriever-like fur.
Jaune being a great warrior, fearless-leader like Nora always says he is, kept his composure and carefully assessed his situation.
…Yeah, no.
He screamed and started panicking near instantly. He expected his scream to sound like, well, him. Instead what came out of his throat was a deep gurgling howl, which instantly made him shut up and clamp his mouth with his paws. He then shakily started to trace his head. Long snout: check. Fur: check. Bone mask? ‘Bonk bonk’. Check.
His extensive research led him to one conclusion. Somehow, some-FUCKING-how he transformed into a Grimm. A Beowulf if he guessed right. Yeah. That.
He stood there, cupping his chin and nodding, ‘Yes, yes, that makes absolute sense.’
Jaune threw his head back while grabbing his head, ‘Except it doesn’t!’. He would stand there and have more existential crises if the sound of shouting didn’t reach his ears. He turned his head toward the shouting. He recognised these voices!
It was his friends!
His huntsman friends.
His friends whose job were to hunt and kill Grimm,
Grimm like him.
‘Shit’.