Chapter 3. My new identity

I awoke to a warm but cramp darkness wondering where in Remnant I'm at then a light started to show, reaching for that light what welcomed me was a cold unpleasant feeling gripping me then a sharp pain came.

Baby MC: *crying*

???: Congratulations its a beast. ( female in a dry tone of voice)

I quickly found out that I was just born in to this world and soon regret that I didn't think to use one of my wishes to bypass this first phase of my new life. I was quickly adjusting to my surroundings and started see my first look into my new world. Looking around I could see that I was in a tent of some sort instead of a hospital room then I saw my new mother for the first time. She was clearly tired from my birth, she was short from what I could tell at five and a half feet with three vertical scars over her left eye reaching down to the end of her faces, along with bright green eyes and long white hair tried back into a pony tail with sun kissed skin, her voice sharp and clear like a bell when heard her for the first time.

Mom: That's hardly surprising considering who I think the father is. Well he was great for stress relief while he lasted even if he was a faunus a short one at that. So Doc can I leave now because I want to get ready to meet the new chief of the tribe.

Doctor: In a moment just need to decide what to do with this little beast first.

Mom: First his name is Silva Cloud due to his silver eyes along with my last name and secondly just but him in the nursery with the rest of the tribe whelps. Can I go now I heard the new chief has a raid planned out back in Anima.

Doctor: Okay go.

My new mother just got up from her bed and left, leaving me with a lot of new information to process along with the doctor. Okay first I am a Faunus add some silver eyes to the mix and I can already tell that life for me is not going to be as easy as I thought.

Doctor: Well you heard her you beast your going to be a bandit like the rest of tribe.

Well just perfect just bloody freaking perfect my life is a mess from day one.

(Five year time skip)

To my surprise being part of bandit tribe isn't as horrible as I thought it's worse mainly because the Denmother of the Branwen tribe nursery isn't fond of faunuses even if they are part of the tribe. With this being shown to the other brats they quickly started seeing me as an easy and weak target for them to feel good about themselves so bullying followed at first then when I started getting pay back in the middle of the night and not being shy to throw the first punch in the middle the day even after the Denmothers beatings made the impression not mess with me became clear. So with that in mind my only real problems is getting food because the Denmother manages it and dealing with the guards around the nursery because they have some their kids here that were the first bullies that I dealt with.

Denmother: ALRIGHT YOU WHELPS GET YOUR SORRY HIDES HERE NOW!!!

The Denmother is the oldest one in the nursery with her graying black hair and tough dark wrinkly skin, her voice is like a banshees loud and with a cringe worthy rasp to it. Always holding a large wooden cane a carving of a beowolf on top to support her, dressed in a loose tribal habit colored in gray and black. The Denmothers steely gray eyes looks over the kids scrambling to get in line with her distinctive scowl.

Denmother: THAT INCLUDES YOU LITTLE BEAST.

I got up from where I was sitting as I walked to the end of the line I compare my height with the other children I was shorter by several inches to Vest a dirty blonde haired kid with farmers tanned skin plus shiny blue eyes who was the tallest at 45 inches. I had my silver eyes along with my snow white hair that has natural dark gray stripes to complement my tiger ears and tail which has the same coloring, my pearly white skin also makes me stick out from the rest of the kids. I ended up next to Ame a purple eyed, red haired girl with pale skin who was taller then me by 3 inches at 43 inches.

Denmother: Now you lot listen up you are now old enough start your combat training for the Branwen tribe so when I call for you will pick a practice weapon in the pile behind me.

Behind her was a pile of wooden weapons that was as tall as she was at 70 inches. There was a wide variety of weapons in the pile from swords to shields, axes, hammers, I even see a few scythes in there. Knowing the Denmother she isn't going to let me have any of them so I can't get my hopes up like the other kids. Well whatever any of these brat try anything with their new toys I will break them and their arms without mercy.

Behind her there was a large pile of wooden weapons that was twice her size