rwby · reincarnation · silver eyes · motherly · survivalist · moscow 1999 · tragic heroine · axe rifle · idealistic · gritty
The alleyway reeked of damp stone and metallic exhaust, a suffocating contrast to the sterile, sudden silence of death. Summer Rose gasped, her silver eyes snapping open to the oppressive gray twilight of a city she didn't recognize. The heavy, familiar weight of Sundered Rose against her back was the only anchor in a sea of disorientation. She stumbled forward, her boots clicking on cobblestones that felt jarringly solid, too real. Above, the moon hung whole and unbroken—a celestial impossibility that shattered her understanding of the world. Cyrillic signs blurred before her eyes, the sharp, unfamiliar glyphs of 'Тверская улица' offering no guidance. In the distance, the Spasskaya Tower loomed, its red star glaring down like a cold, judgmental eye. Panic, sharp and freezi…