Through We Endure. (RWBY x OC)

The Stray

''--///"Once, There was a Boy of Stone Skin. . ."///--'

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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, white, Black or Yellow, it's bold. Prepared I stand, foes yet unseen, Should chaos reign, will you intervene?

In my right hand, Deep rooted anger grows. 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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(A/n: Keep in mind, im not the best man for sense of musical placements, So Maybe the music feels off, Feel free to listen to something else. : )

The city, usually a bustling metropolis, was now a vibrant tapestry woven with threads of red, yellow, and green. Streamers and balloons danced in the wind, their colors reflecting in the polished surfaces of towering skyscrapers. The air was thick with the sweet scent of cotton candy, mingled with the savory aroma of grilled food wafting from countless stalls. The sound of laughter, music, and excited chatter filled the streets, creating a festive atmosphere that was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

A giant, stalwart Atlas Paladin towered over the city, its mechanical eyes blinking at the crowd. The air was thick with the scent of cotton candy, popcorn, and the distant aroma of sizzling meat from nearby food stalls. Music pulsed through the streets, a cacophony of different rhythms and melodies that merged into a vibrant symphony. People from all walks of life mingled together, their laughter and cheers echoing through the city.

Crowds of people, dressed in their finest attire, mingled with costumed performers, their laughter and cheers echoing through the city. There were Huntsmen and Huntresses in their formal uniforms, their presence a reassuring constant in the midst of the revelry. There were also civilians, dressed in a dazzling array of costumes, from fairytale princesses to mythical creatures. Children, their faces painted with vibrant colors, ran through the streets, their laughter as infectious as the festival spirit.

This was the prelude, the vibrant overture to the grand spectacle that was the Vytal Festival. Two days of unrestrained joy and anticipation, a calculated strategy to lure visitors from far and wide to this bustling metropolis. The city, transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, was an irresistible magnet, drawing in tourists with promises of entertainment, excitement, and unforgettable experiences.

The Vytal Festival, a biennial extravaganza, was more than just a celebration; it was a strategic economic boon. By kickstarting the festivities early before the Final event in the Amity Arena, the city's coffers swelled as visitors flooded in, filling hotels, restaurants, and shops. The aroma of freshly baked bread mingled with the exotic spices of foreign cuisines, creating a tantalizing symphony for the senses. Local artisans displayed their wares, their stalls overflowing with handcrafted treasures that caught the eyes of eager shoppers.

Beyond the economic benefits, the Vytal Festival served as a cultural melting pot. People from different walks of life, with diverse backgrounds and beliefs, came together under the unifying spirit of celebration. The streets became a stage for impromptu performances, as talented individuals showcased their skills, from mesmerizing dance routines, Skillful duels between Huntsmen to soulful ballads. Laughter and applause echoed through the air, weaving a tapestry of unity amidst the vibrant chaos.

The camera panned across the vibrant cityscape, capturing the essence of the festival. It zoomed in on a particular group, their legs standing out amidst the bustling crowd. Ruby's red and black combat boots, worn but polished, marched with a determined rhythm, a stark contrast to the festive atmosphere. Weiss's icy white shoes, sleek and elegant, complemented her attire with a touch of sophistication. Blake's sleek heel boots, a blend of practicality and style, moved with a silent grace, her gaze scanning the crowd with a vigilant alertness. And then there was Yang, her gold-toed cowboy boots tapping a playful beat against the cobblestone, a stark contrast to the rest of the group, her infectious laughter echoing through the air.

Finally, the camera focused on an unfamiliar pair of armored greaves, their metallic shine catching the sunlight. Their sabatons creating a loud rattle of attuned armor. They belonged to Hadryn, his new armor a testament to both his warrior spirit and his evolving style. The greaves were part of a larger ensemble of a cruisse made up of thick velvet Furs and leathers dyed black that frayed off into tassets, The faulds were layed atop the velvet, Adding further protection, Just above the Faulds were an array of belts and buckles that connected the lower armor to the breastplate, With attached pouches with dull silver bracing, his upper body was a suit of armor that was both functional and fashionable. Heavy plates, layered atop one another created a look that was both intimidating and undeniably cool. The armor was painted in a deep, metallic black, with accents of crimson red serving as embroidery.