RWBY, but with the color purple!
Mere months after the birth of Ruby Rose, Summer found a baby boy on her doorstep, along with a note. With no other option, Moon Lumos was taken in as her own. After a few short months of raising the boy, she began t...
Blake Belladonna was always listening, the hushed talks behind closed doors, the banter between the guards just outside, the static from their radios. Even behind the rusting door, trapped in this black box, she could hear everything. The wayward officer was the talk of the town, her pending trial making the headlines.
After all this time just trying to be heard, Blake was silenced by the very people she and her father before had sworn to help find their voice. . .
The whispers suddenly fell silent, her feline ears twitching as heavily light footsteps neared. Gears turned, metal unlatched, and the floor shrieked as the door opened.
Blake: . . . . .
She couldn't bring herself to look into those metallic blue eyes.
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Ilia Amitola - Sixth Captain of the White Fang
The girl grimaced as her skin shifted from its natural tan to deep blue, irises flashing teal for just a moment. The Chameleon Faunus returned to her natural state as she schooled her expression.
Ilia: I. . . I tried to plead your case, I really did.
Blake: . . . If that's all you came to tell me, then I have nothing to say to you.
Ilia: Blake, I. . .
The shapeshifter held her tongue, taking a deep breath as she reached behind herself. Thunder rumbled over their camp as Ilia's hand glided past Gambol Shroud, presenting Blake with a silver mask. Red dashed the ceramics, curving around the two sockets on either side of the crease, just like the crimson markings surrounding the eyes of the Grimm. . .
Blake: . . . H-How did you get that. . .?
Ilia: Adam made more. He always was good at crafts.
Blake: . . .
Ilia: (sighs) When I told him about you, he said he'd be willing to forgive you. . .
As long as you put on the mask.
The Black Cat's pupils dilated, abruptly narrowing into thin, feral slits. Her black aura glimmered as Ilia flinched, skin yellowing ever so slightly.
