Moonlight and music, starlight and melody, if someone is crying, what can her trouble be?...
Yes nearly every title will be a reference to a song, or at the very least, I can try. See if you can guess them all! :P
Though usually I will make them blatantly obvious.
"Now we can get back to doing what Krogan do best: Saving everyone else from giant monsters." - Urdnot Wrex.
Krogan Faunus...Someone make it happen!!
I wrote this a while ago and decided to release it just cus I can and when I say a while to i mean 5-6 months ago. Most of the other chapters aren't even half this length but either way I hope you enjoy this chapter and if I decide to post anymore, those ones. Cya.
(F/N) = First Name.
(M/N) = Middle Name.
(L/N) = Last Name.
(E/C) = Eye Colour.
(H/C) = Hair Colour.
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Warning: This fic contains extreme and descriptive scenes of violence, swearing, maybe some nudity and if you're lucky then I might just write you all a Lemon or few.
If you like all of the above stuff then enjoy the fucking fic.
(F/N) - Day 157: 15:00 PM.
The sound of: Guy Mitchell's - "Heartaches by the Number." Fills (F/N)'s ears. My rugged, fingerless, leather gloved hands in my large unbuttoned dusters pockets, the ends of the large dark brown coat being in tatters with holes in it as well as the odd black stain can be seen on it, having become a permanent addition to my look.
My Duster also donning armoured padding along (my shoulders, going down my back and chest. Though to others this would seem more decorative, despite their thoughts, it's the complete opposite.
Having found out the hard way that the force of some blows is enough to circumvent Aura due to your organs rupturing from the intense forces of foes at full strength.
The armour is there to at the very least dampen that force enough so that he can get up again if he does get hit.
Which is the one thing I really don't want to happen.
But hey, free insurance claims are better than none.
I keep my head dipped slightly downwards, my dirty brown, wide and floppy rimmed fedora keeping a shadow cast over my head and rough (H/C) hair, as my pair of circular, heavily tinted, wire-framed black sunglasses with goggle sidings to prevent my (E/C) tinted cloudy eyes from hurting under the intense rays of the late afternoon sun, especially since the Blackout.
A black bandanna with a white emblem consisting of an omega symbol with a pair of curved blades acting like fangs extending from the two ends of the Omega symbol, a cog in the background enveloping the omega and its blades in the centre, a cross sitting in the centre of the cog and Omega.
It covers up my mouth and nose to prevent exposure to black blood, which is not only toxic in of itself, but causes the body to undergo the changes of Vampirism, of course, much slower, but it still happens.
I also wear a pitch black shirt under a pitch black leather harness which holds my two beautiful Ulak's/Double-barrel Desert Eagle's.
Said weapons being a pair of Desert Eagles with two separate barrels, the centre between the barrels housing the area of which the curved blade designed to slice through limbs is long enough to be possibly the length of my forearms.
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(Male Faunus Reader x Team RWBY) The Vampiric Apocalypse with Team RWBY.
FanfictionEntry #76 Day 157 23 Weeks since Patient Zero. It's cold outside. It always is. The world has changed and a lot of people haven't woken up to it. But those that have wish they hadn't Names (F/N) (L/N), I'm a bit of a Lone Wolf. Though bein...
