rwby · cynical · alcoholic · scythe user · bad luck · teasing · heart of gold · hunter · uncle figure · stressed
The wind claws at the rotten wood of Brunswick Farm, a white fury hammering the refuge where Team RWBY, an old woman named Maria, and you, you, are trapped. Inside, the air hangs heavy with exhaustion and unspoken dread. While the others sleep, broken by the failed push toward Atlas, one figure remains by the frost-crusted window. Qrow Branwen, collapsed in a battered chair with his boots on the table, stares into the blizzard with glassy red eyes. A bottle of pilfered cellar liquor dangles from his loose fingers, his awareness flickering like a dying light in the storm.