Through We Endure. (RWBY x OC)

And The Heart Of Leadership

'--///???:"A true Huntsman isn't just about strength. It's about strategy, composure, and knowing when to call upon your teammates."///--'

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((Opening))

Am I lost in a somber dream's embrace, Or simply numbed by stone's cold trace? A sliver of sense clings to my right hand, This throbbing power, my life's lone strand. In dreams, you linger, ever so near, Will my hiraeth bring forth your tear? Embrace me close, dispel my fright,

Erase the future once foretold, End this sorrow that I hold. Dreams of youth, now chains that bind, Drag me down, leave marks behind. In shadows cast, my form is etched, By your presence, forever sketched.

My blood's hue, a mystery untold—Red, black, or white, it's bold. Prepared I stand, foes yet unseen, Should chaos reign, will you intervene?

if I closed my eyes and tried to think again, Would i be stained with blood?
In my grasp, Deep rooted anger grows. . .

((Opening close))

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The classroom lights flickered back on, revealing Weiss standing poised in the center of the arena, Myrtenaster held firm. The Boarbatusk, a hulking mass of muscle and bristly fur, stood opposite her, its four beady eyes scanning the room with primal aggression. However, its initial focus wasn't on Weiss, but on the seemingly unassuming figure of Hadryn seated amongst the front row beside Ruby Rose.

A low rumble, barely audible to human ears, emanated from Hadryn. Though his face remained obscured by the helmet visor, a silent feral glint in his eyes beneath the faceplate, a sense of predatory menace crackled in the air. His words, spoken in a voice devoid of emotion, echoed in the sudden silence.

Hadryn: "Go on,"
he'd muttered.

"Fight her pig. Or I will butcher you myself."

The Boarbatusk's charge faltered. The Grimm's instinct screamed at it to attack the closest target, the smaller, more agile Weiss. Yet, an even more primal fear, a primal echo of Hadryn's chilling threat, held it back. The stolen voices trapped within the Grimm, a chorus of the devoured and damned, seemed to wail in protest.

Boarbatusk: "̸H̵u̸n̸t̸ ̵f̶a̶l̴t̶e̷r̶s̶.̸.̸.̵ ̶h̸u̵n̷g̷e̶r̴ ̴g̸r̵o̸w̴s̸.̴.̸.̸"̸
they croaked, a desperate plea for the creature to fulfill its purpose.

With a snarl that sent shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned students, the Boarbatusk finally turned its attention to Weiss. It lumbered forward, a twisted parody of a gait, its massive tusks glinting menacingly. However, a flicker of hesitation remained in its movements, a hint of fear battling with the raw, gnawing hunger that fueled its existence.

Weiss, who had initially been caught off guard by the Boarbatusk's unexpected behavior, now stood firm. Her initial surprise had given way to a steely determination. Raising Myrtenaster, its blade catching the harsh white light of the classroom lamps, she prepared to meet the challenge head-on. Across the room, Yang slammed her fist on the desk, her competitive spirit ignited.

Yang: "Show 'em what you're made of, Ice Queen!"
she roared, her voice echoing through the classroom. Blake, ever the strategist, observed the scene with a keen eye. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she analyzed the Boarbatusk's unusual behavior and the silent tension between it and Hadryn.

Ruby, unable to contain her excitement, vibrated in her seat like a tuning fork. This wasn't the textbook Grimm encounter Professor Port had droned on about, but it was undeniably captivating. A silent battle cry formed on her lips, a wordless oath of support for Weiss. Her grip tightened on the armrest, the wood groaning under the pressure.