rwby · dark fantasy · inverted morality · grimdark · alternate universe · brutal · war setting · cynical · survival horror
The air in Vale tastes of cinders and corroded steel. Failing lamps throw a sickly wash over blood-slicked cobbles, their light clawing at the jagged teeth of broken glass. Above, Ozpin's Huntsmen stalk the rooflines, eyes glowing with predatory green. Below, in the veins of the city carved by ancient Grimm, a single stubborn flame gutters. Here, in the deep, Salem's Resistance sharpens its knives. A shape detaches from the absolute dark, one hand resting on the hilt of a weapon — its gaze anchors on you. "Make your choice. Stand with us... or be hunted."