Hello everyone this is Garantha here with the next chapter of Remnants of Blood. By the way if you like this story you should check out the works of Kaosreaper4208, who was a big inspiration for this story, especially his story Just Add A Y. Before I get started I would like to address some of the reviews you guys have left, so here we go.

SCB Blackwing: Don't worry I don't plan to.

YharnamHunter2092: Corvus is still connected to the Hunter's Dream but it's much weaker now. He can't travel there and won't wake up there if he dies, all he can do is store and summon items. He has every Trick Weapon, sidearm, tool, and armor set in the game but is currently wearing the Crowfeather Set, and his stats are maxed out.

Funnyman43333: I understand and hope I don't disappoint.

Also please keep in mind that this story will eventually start to diverge from canon, but that's why it's a fanfic. If it was the same as the actual show it wouldn't be worth reading.

Now let's get started!

Chapter 1: A Meeting of Hunter and Huntress

Corvus sat on a fallen tree twirling a throwing knife in his hand as he assessed his current situation, repeatedly clicking his tongue as he thought. The young crow could still feel his connection to the Hunter's Dream but it was far weaker than before. He could no longer return to the Dream and certainly wouldn't wake up there if he died, which meant he was no longer immortal. The connection was just strong enough for Corvus to store and retrieve items, which was good or else he would have lost almost all of his gear, rendering his efforts to collect every weapon and set of armor he possibly could completely pointless. Thankfully this was not the case, and Corvus still had access to every Trick Weapon and sidearm a Hunter could possess. He had spent a lot of time and effort obtaining every weapon he could and it would be very annoying to suddenly lose them all.

Corvus was pulled from his thoughts by a growling sound coming from all around him. He looked up and saw that he was surrounded by a group of beasts.

"Interesting," the Hunter thought aloud, "they look like Scourge Beasts wearing masks. Let's see if they fight like them too."

And with that thought he summoned his Beast Cutter and switched it to whip mode. Swinging the Beast Cutter in an arc Corvus cleaved through several of the beasts at once. Seeing how easily the beasts were cut down the young Hunter clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"These things are a lot more fragile than they look," he noted, "That would have knocked a Scourge Beast off its feet but it wouldn't have killed it. Although it is rather peculiar that their bodies dissolve after being killed."

Switching his weapon back into an oversized cleaver, Corvus spun around and sliced through a lunging beast. Deciding to finish the rest of the pack quickly Corvus leapt away from the beasts and summoned a molotov cocktail, throwing the bomb at the group of beasts pursuing him. The molotov hit and burst into flames, killing the remaining beasts with its blast. Storing away his weapon with a sigh Corvus began walking again, his arms folded behind his back.

"I hope those aren't the strongest beasts this world has to offer, or else this will be a very boring hunt. I know I was probably one of the strongest Hunters in Yharnam, but if the beasts are that weak I don't think my presence is even needed here."

Corvus was once again pulled from his thoughts when his ears, already made highly sensitive by the Old Blood and further enhanced by the second set of animal ears he now possessed, picked up the sound of people screaming and beasts roaring in the distance. He became a blur as he raced towards the sound. Coming to the edge of the tree line the young crow took in the sight before him. A village was being attacked by beasts; more masked beasts swarmed throughout the settlement. At the edge of the village closest to Corvus the young Hunter saw a person cornered by a beast that resembled a massive bear that was covered in bony armor.

'This beast is much larger than those other ones, and it's better protected too by armor of unknown durability,' thought Corvus, 'I had best use the blood enhanced Chikage, I can't take the risk of not breaking through it's armor when that person's life is on the line.'

With his course of action decided Corvus summoned his Chikage and activated it's enchantment, charging forward to strike the beast. The bear was about to crush the villager before it when suddenly its arm was severed from its body by a crimson blade. The beast glared at the Hunter who had injured it, who returned the glare before rushing forward.

The beast lunged at the young crow who simply rolled underneath it and cut off one of its hind legs, crippling it. Corvus moved to the front of the beast and slashed at its neck, beheading it in one swipe.

Throwing the blood off of his blade with a swiping motion, Corvus turned to the cowering villager and spoke, "Get to safety." After giving that command he ran into the village, intent on slaughtering every beast he encountered.

Corvus saw a group of wolflike beasts and charged toward them, he decapitated one before dodging another one as it lunged at him and cut it down as well. Summoning his Evelyn, the Hunter spun around and shot a beast attempting to attack him from behind. The bullet hit the beast between its eyes and it fell over dead, which honestly surprised Corvus because his guns had never been so effective against the creatures of Yharnam. Corvus didn't have time to contemplate this new discovery as he had to sidestep an attack by the last remaining beast. Before the wolf beast could recover Corvus impaled it on his blade and shot it in the head. As the beast's corpse fell to the ground Corvus continued searching for more beasts to slay.

Soon the village had been cleared of beasts, the Hunter having little difficulty killing the creatures he had encountered. From what Corvus had observed these masked beasts were weaker than the monsters of Yharnam but were far more numerous. The young crow was once again pulled from his thoughts, wow three times in a row, when he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, Corvus saw a woman carrying a large sword walking towards him.

As she approached him, the young Hunter quickly took in the woman's appearance. She had red eyes and shoulder length black hair that was swept back with some bangs falling in her face. She was dressed in a grey dress shirt with the first few buttons undone that showed some of her breasts along with black suit pants and dress shoes. On the woman's back was a tattered red cape, and a cross-shaped pendant hung from her neck. Corvus looked at her weapon and came to the conclusion that she was a Hunter.

'That sword is definitely a Trick Weapon,' the young crow thought to himself, 'the blade has lines where the pieces connect like the Beast Cutter so it obviously splits into multiple segments when it transforms. The question is what does it turn into?'

Deciding to attempt to make a good first impression Corvus bowed in the traditional Hunter's Salutation.

Qrow Branwen had been sent out on a mission to deal with increased Grimm activity in the area. Everything had been going normally when she came across a village that had obviously been attacked by Grimm recently. She was about to move on when she saw a person in a white mask. Realizing it must be a member of the White Fang Qrow approached while thinking of the best course of action. If she could convince this person to come quietly and answer her questions they would learn vital information about the White Fang. Qrow was pulled from her thoughts when the White Fang member bowed to her and said in a monotone voice that was unmistakably male, "Greetings." He spoke with an unfamiliar accent that she hadn't heard before.

"Hello," Qrow replied uncertainly, confused by the White Fang member's lack of hostility; she was a human after all. Deciding to get to the point she asked, "What's the White Fang doing out here?"

"White Fang?" Corvus asked with a confused tilt of his head, "What's that?"

"Don't play dumb with me, I can tell you're a White Fang member by that Grimm mask," Qrow ordered, "Just come quietly and answer my questions and I can get you a reduced sentence."

Her words, meant to placate the young Hunter, only served to anger him by bringing to mind similar words that he had heard many times before.

"So you're that kind of person," he said as his eyes narrowed and he summoned his Saw Cleaver and Hunter Pistol, "Just another crook who decides to lock people up simply because you don't like the way they look." The young crow had now taken a combat stance.

"Don't make this any harder than it needs to be," the Huntress warned as she too readied her weapon, "Put down your weapons and surrender."

"Not likely," and with that Corvus charged forward, aiming a slash at the Huntresses' midsection. Qrow deflected the attack with her sword and retaliated with a swing of her own. Corvus rolled to the side and took a shot at the woman but she blocked the bullet with her sword.

'Why did I never think to do that with Ludwig's Holy Blade? The sheathe is certainly large enough to serve as a shield,' Corvus wondered to himself.

The young crow had no time to continue that train of thought as he had to jump back to avoid a sword swing from his opponent. Deciding it would be best to have a longer reach Corvus transformed his weapon, the sawblade swinging on its hinge with a flick of his wrist and exposing the cleaver blade the weapon was named for. Charging at the enemy Hunter, Corvus feinted a swing at her head and rolled around her when she moved to guard. Now that he was behind her Corvus had a clear shot and swung his cleaver at the enemy Hunter's back, the blow disrupting her balance and knocking her into the air.

Qrow was shocked that this man could hit so hard, that attack would have seriously hurt her if it weren't for her Aura. Qrow twisted midair to land on her feet and, deciding to end the fight quickly, activated the mechanism to transform her weapon.

Corvus watched as his opponent's Trick Weapon shifted into its alternate form. The hilt extended and curved slightly while the blade split into segments and arranged themselves into a more curved shape, creating a scythe.

"A sword that turns into a scythe; this seems familiar," Corvus muttered to himself before dodging a swing from his opponent's weapon. Corvus retaliated with another shot from his pistol, this time it hit because the woman couldn't maneuver her weapon to block as easily now that it was a scythe. Corvus took advantage of the momentary distraction to close in on his enemy with a swing of his cleaver, Qrow used the shaft of her scythe to knock his weapon away and followed through with a slash at Corvus' side.

Corvus and Qrow exchanged blows, sparks flying from their weapons as they collided with a loud clang. As the fight wore on Corvus became more confused at the fact his strikes still hadn't drawn blood from the woman before him, Qrow, on the other hand, grew more confused at how a man with no Aura was able to keep up with her and could still be standing after taking several hits from her. As Corvus jumped over a strike aimed at his legs he couldn't help but make an observation.

"How curious, you don't smell like a Hunter but you fight like one. Instead of blood you reek of alcohol."

"Maybe the alcohol is to cover the scent of blood," the woman countered.

Corvus didn't see how that would be in any way useful but didn't have time to wonder about it as he backstepped to avoid another swing. Deciding to change tactics Corvus stored his cleaver and pistol and summoned the Blade of Mercy. Qrow watched in confusion as the White Fang member's weapons dissolved into smoke and were instantly replaced by a strangely shaped short-sword, wondering how the man was able to do something like that. Corvus split his blade into a pair of curved daggers as he used the Art of Quickening to get close to his opponent. Qrow was caught off guard by the man's sudden burst of speed and was unable to keep him from getting inside her guard.

Now that Corvus was up close the woman was unable to properly maneuver her scythe to hit him or defend herself from his attacks. Slashing at her midsection Corvus was satisfied to see a spray of red as his attack finally drew blood.

"So you can bleed after all," he said with a smirk.

Qrow couldn't believe what was happening, not only was this man somehow able to fight on par with an experienced Huntress but now he had pulled a weapon out of nowhere that cut straight through her Aura. Corvus had the upper hand now as he attacked with a flurry of slashes on the black haired Huntress who was now unable to defend herself. Using the curve of his blades to hook the shaft of his opponent's weapon Corvus wrenched it from her grasp as he kicked her to the ground. He approached the woman on the ground as he stored his weapon. Qrow was confused by this, after all wouldn't a member of the White Fang not hesitate to kill a human Huntress? She was about to attempt to get to her weapon when the man spoke.

"Now that that's over with can we please discuss this without pointing sharp objects at each other?" Corvus requested as he held out a hand to help the black haired Huntress to her feet, "I hope I didn't hurt you too badly, I'm not used to fighting someone without trying to kill them."

"Why weren't you trying to kill me?" questioned Qrow as she took the offered hand, "Don't the White Fang hate humans"?

"Again with that term. What does White Fang mean? Honestly it sounds like the name of a hunting dog," Corvus asked as he stepped away from Qrow, "And what do you mean hate humans; why would I hate humans?"

"Wait, so you aren't a member of the White Fang?"

"How could I be a member of something I've never even heard the name of?" Corvus pointed out, "Obviously there has been some sort of misunderstanding, so how about we both explain our sides of the story? I was just defending myself from being imprisoned because I was wearing a mask. What were you doing?"

"I thought you were part of the White Fang. Have you really never heard of them?"

"No, what are they?"

"They're a group that wants to fight human oppression of Faunus, they started as a peaceful protest movement but recently they've started acting more like a terrorist organization."

"I see, so they have lost sight of their original purpose like Hunters who have been consumed by bloodlust and driven mad," Corvus mused to himself before addressing Qrow, "You said you thought I was part of the White Fang because of my mask. Would you be more comfortable if I was not wearing it?"

"It would be nice to see the face of the person I'm talking to."

"Very well."

With that said Corvus' body became obscured by mist, and when it dissipated he was now wearing the basic Hunter outfit with a top hat and the white surgical gloves of the Healing Church. He summoned his Threaded Cane to complete the look and tipped his hat to the red eyed woman, smirking at her reaction.

Qrow got over the shock of seeing the strange man in front of her instantly change his outfit and took in his features. He had pale white skin and messy white hair, and when he removed his hat she saw a pair of wolf ears. His eyes were crimson red with slit pupils and were slanted in a way that gave them a predatory look, and he had a scar starting above his right eyebrow that ran down over his right eye before stopping at his cheek near his jaw. His smile revealed his canines were longer and sharper than normal, seeming more like fangs. His facial structure was sharp and smooth in a way that, combined with his ears, predatory eyes, and fangs, made him strongly resemble an actual wolf.

"I believe introductions are in order, don't you?" he asked as his face returned to a neutral expression.

"All right," the Huntress agreed with a nod, "I'm Qrow Branwen."

Corvus chuckled at that.

"What's so funny?" Qrow asked, slightly annoyed by the thought he could be laughing at her.

"It's just that my name, Corvus, means crow," explained.

"Huh, that's an ironic name for a wolf Faunus."

"What is a Faunus? I have never heard that word before."

"Seriously?" Qrow asked in disbelief, "But you are a Faunus."

Corvus was confused until he took a moment to think about why he would be called a Faunus. Realizing that she had called him a wolf Faunus and that he now had beast ears, Corvus assumed that was what she was referring to.

"Just to clarify you mean I am a person with the features of a beast, correct?"

"Don't you think it's kind of dehumanizing to call yourself a beast?" Qrow asked with concern.

"Where I come from Faunus are known as Beast People. It is simply a title no different from man or woman," Corvus explained, having long ago learned how to come up with a convincing lie on the spot.

"Moving on from that," he said in an attempt to change the subject as he leaned on his cane, "Why didn't any of my attacks hurt you at first?"

"Because my Aura protected me."

"What is Aura?" Corvus asked with a tilt of his head.

"You know, the manifestation of the soul," Qrow tried to explain, "It's what allows Huntresses to fight the Grimm?"

"We do not have anything like that where I come from," Corvus stated with a shake of his head, "Also is that what those masked beasts are called, Grimm?"

"And where are you from?" asked Qrow, suspicious of this man not knowing about Aura or Grimm.

Corvus thought about how to answer that question. He had never bothered to learn the name of the city he was born in and had never considered it home. But then he remembered a city he did know the name of, the city where he had been reborn and given a purpose in life.

"Yharnam," he responded before changing the topic, "You're pretty good with that scythe, maybe even as good as the old man."

"Are you saying an old man fights better than me?" Qrow demanded, mistaking his words for an insult.

"Allow me to clarify," Corvus requested while making placating gestures, "I wasn't referring to just any old man; I was talking about one of the strongest Hunters to ever live. It was a compliment."

"Oh."

"Gehrman was a great man," Corvus explained, "He made Hunters what they are today."

With that said Corvus turned around and began to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Qrow called after him.

"Wherever there are beasts to slay. After all, a Hunter must hunt," answered Corvus, recalling the words of the woman who had given him an identity of his own.

Qrow watched the strange Faunus for a moment before pulling out her scroll and making a call.

"Orias, it's Qrow. You're going to want to hear about this."

And there you have it people. Corvus has made first contact with the people of Remnant. Please leave a comment telling me what you think. It seems like a much more personal and meaningful way to see how you guys like my story than just looking at the number of views.