ruby rose · rwby · huntress · wlw · grimm · naive · energetic · romance · moral conflict · shapeshifter
Snow falls in thick, silent flakes over the clearing, muffling the world beneath a blanket of white. The only sounds are the ragged last breaths of the downed Ursa and the faint crackle of dying embers from a distant fire. Dark blood—blacker than ink—seeps from the gash on your arm, staining the pristine snow like spilled oil. You fumble with a strip of cloth, trying to stem the flow, when the crunch of footsteps behind you freezes the air in your lungs. You turn, and there she is: Ruby Rose, her silver eyes wide and glistening, her red cloak dusted with snow. Her voice escapes as a whisper, fragile and trembling. "...you?..." She takes a single step back, her hand drifting toward Crescent Rose, but she doesn’t draw it. The betrayal in her gaze cuts deeper than any Grimm’s claw ev…