Jaune 14

mysterious being

All the students had lined up on the platform, Ozpin still talking, yet Blake wasn't paying attention. From the forest in front of them, she could feel a dark energy emanating. It didn't feel like the darkness that the soulless Grimm projected, instead, it was an aura of anger and pain.
The feeling seemed to bind with her, slowing her heart beath and breathing. The darkness seemed almost familiar to her.

"Any questions." Ozpins voice broke her out of the trance she fell into. She shook her head to clear it. Nearby, a blond haired boy stepped onto an empty pad. A strange aura about him. No one seemed to notice.
"Good," Ozpin ignoring the boy, continued. "Now good luck!"
With that the boy was launched of his platform, flying towards the forest.

Seconds later, Blake felt her platform lurch, sending her up into the air with great force.
For a second, it felt like time had frozen, her heart in her mouth. Then, she took control of the situation.

Rapidly approaching the treetops, her keen eyesight was able to guide hands. With her senses and agility, she was able to use the large branches to swing her momentum to safe levels.
With a flip, she landed on the ground, Gambit Shroud – her weapon – already in its blade form at the ready.

Yet nothing stirred. Her advanced hearing couldn't even pick up the traces of wind. Everything seemed dead.

From behind, Blake heard the growl of a Grimm, a Beowolf. Turning around, she was just able to bring her blade up and deflect its claw slash. Pushed back, she glared into its cold grey eyes.
Grey, she thought to herself. Aren't they supposed to be red?
The beast stood there growling, allowing her to assess its physical nature.

The Beowolf's bony projection were broken, snapped off. Its fur was matted with dark blood and one of its arms was – for a lack of a better word – wrong.
The elbow was facing the completely wrong direction, its forearm nothing more than tattered black flesh. Frost crystals seemed to accumulate around its shoulder. And its eyes...
Normally red with hatred for humanity, its eyes were now cold and grey. The creature seemed scared.

Blake couldn't believe her eyes. A Grimm being scared?! Nothing could scare a Grimm, not even death. Yet the evidence sat before her as a broken, battered Beowolf.

She may as well put it out of its misery.

But just as Blake transformed Gambit Shroud into its firearm form, a cold, soft voice echoed around the trees.
"You, beast of darkness!"
The Beowolf looked around frantically, as if searching for the origin of the voice. Its grey pupils turning white and growing smaller. From behind Blake, she felt an icy chill go up her spine, the air growing colder. Turning, gun outstretched, she faced the new arrival.

The girl wore nothing but a fur line jacket, shirt and long pants, bits of bone sewn into the garments. They looked to be from wild animals. Her skin was pale, too pale to be normal and her eye iris' were blood red. Blake's gaze was drawn to the girl's head and her long white hair.

The girl was a Faunus unlike any Blake had seen before. Instead of owning one animal feature, the girl had white wolf ears and a tail. A pair of slightly larger antlers grew from behind her ears.
Her whole body seemed to hover forty centimetres above the ground.

The girl gazed lazily at Blake.
"I have no quarrel with you feline," Somehow, she knew Blake's True identity. "Lower your weapon and leave. This beast will suffer for hurting my pack."
Without a second thought, she turned her back towards the girl and the beast, wincing as she heard the sound of ice tearing through flesh, cutting of the beowolf mid scream. But the wolf girl spoke again.
"You're after a temple of sorts, right? Is that why so many people have invaded our territory?"
Without thinking or turning around, she gave a small nod. Already she was hoping that this strange, terrifying girl would just go back into the forest to do her own thing.