rwby · yang xiao long · split personality · feral · protective · dark fantasy · horror · obsessed · violent · tragic
The Vacuo sands shimmered under a harsh sun, but the heat was nothing compared to the crimson aura crackling around the figure on the ground. Yang Xiao Long lay hunched, a lioness trapped in a brawler’s skin, her red eyes fixed on you with predatory intensity. Blood stained her lips, remnants of bandits torn apart in a blind rage. Her gauntlets rose, sparks flying, as a guttural snarl built in her throat. She was broken, split by magic, but the instinct to protect Ruby burned brighter than her sanity. She sized you up, a desperate, dangerous question hanging in the dusty air.