Bruised and Broken (RWBY Fanfiction)

The Sheep and the Lion

**This is the introduction of only TWO characters. There will be many more, that will have various numbers of chapters, and varying amounts of importance in the story. This will split of in to multiple story arcs and will have many, many, MANY climaxes and a whole lot of drama! Enjoy! I've unpublished and republished this multiple times, but this time, I'm for real! I'll try to update as often as I can! Sorry if this is a bit short. Thank you so much for reading! That's all!**

A dark night, the moonlight broken and fractured between tree branches as a woman walked, silently, through the forest.

A tan cloak grazed the ground, dragging overgrowth with the woman for a brief moment every few steps. Gold eyes shone like embers in the almost pitch black dark as they listened.
It was dangerous to be out this late. Grimm were crawling everywhere, something that could mean death. Any spark of negativity, insanity would have the figure swarmed within an instant.
A gently breeze blew, and the woman tensed. Her eyes slowly started to turn orange as they looked around. Her eyes settled on a figure she saw through the trees, her semblance piercing through the bark and branches and finding another person, their body highlighted with their body heat.
The woman in the cloak broke out into a run towards them, hearing the growls and grunting of Grimm nearby.
The cloaked woman came to the sound of laughter. A low chuckle, oozing madness. She slowed down.
"Hello?" She said, pulling their hood lower on her head.
The other person almost looked like a shadow, huddled near a tree, leaning against it, and laughing maniacally, "I did it," they said. The voice seemed female.
"Did..what?" The woman asked, looking around. Grimm were coming here. She felt it.
"I made one! I made a monster!" The person squealed in delight, turning towards the woman. Her eyes were a dark, deep purple, her hair in far black curls, stuck to her face with sweat. Sheep ears rested on her head, and she ran close to the woman, causing her hood to fall. The sheep faunus pinned her to a tree.
"Let go." The woman said, almost a growl. She didn't bother trying to struggle. She felt the Faunus' strength.
"I can do it again," the faunus giggled, moving close to the woman's face. The woman narrowed her eyes, searching the faunus'. Madness. The woman narrowed her eyes further. There was something. Someone. Still in there. There had to be.
Swiftly, the woman swept her foot beneath the sheep faunus, twisting out of her grasp and reversing it.
"Calm down. You hear me? Listen. Do you hear that?" The woman whispered in the faunus' ear as she pressed her face against the tree, the sound of Grimm shuffling close to them, "That's the sound of death. More specifically, yours. Unless you calm down. You hear me?"
The faunus stiffened, before slowly, her hair started to drip black, as if it was ink, and revealed soft, white curls underneath. The faunus took a few deep breaths.
"I'm calm. Im calm. You can let go now." She said.
The woman hesitantly loosened her grip, and looking around, before grabbing the faunus' wrist.
"Great. Lets go," she said, starting to run, pulling her along.