I'm just testing out the waters here, I'm not even sure if I want to continue this yet. It's up to you.

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CRYS

Crimson

"The size of a shadow is often the opposite of the one that casts it."

A teen in dark red and black was standing on a cliff near an ocean stained blood red by the sunset. A large smooth stone with a panther carved into it was set before him.

He stayed there silently as the sun disappeared and the silver moon was soon reflected off the water, his hands jammed his jacket pockets.

The growl of the pack of Grimm behind him finally snapped him out of his trance and turned around to face the pack of Beowolves.

Scanning the pack calmly he estimated the total amount of Beowolves, "Twenty-five.". Moving slowly, but efficiently, he undid his hook sword rifles from his tail which carefully unwrapped them without being cut, parallel. A small click told him that they were properly together, turning a few visible gears on the outside the handles rotated until they were tilted downward, the spikes of the handles viewing parallel of the barrel making a scope, completing the sniper rifle design.

Cocking the rifle up he checked the barrel and made sure it was loaded properly. Kneeling down he propped up the rifle and lined it up, flipping down the scope he eyed the Grimm , lining it up with the luminescent red eyes of a monster.

He pulled the trigger, setting off a near-quiet gun shot, a Beowolf near the back reeled back and let out a war-like howl. The others turned their heads back for a few seconds to see their injured, taking advantage of that he quickly turned the rifle to new targets hitting other wolves in the head.

As the Grimm realized where their priorities were and turned around they growled. Quickly, he took the rifle apart and returned them to their original form, twin hook swords.

Taking up a racing position, he tightened his grip on his swords, and then he was running. Running in zig-zags he kept to no consistent pattern letting the wind rush against and with him.

One moment he was on the clear on the path of running head on into the nose of a Beowolf, the next he appeared side by side with the Grimm. Quickly extended out his swords he slowed a bit and let the hook latch deep into the neck of wolf. A jolt ran through he as used the momentum to wrap around the Grimm and completely circle around the neck, cutting through the flesh. Swing around he landed on the other side neatly, the head of the Beowolf already disappearing next to him.

Turning around he repeated the action with the next five Beowolves or so, but he was soon surrounded. Thinking quickly attached the swords together by their hooks, using one of them to spin the other one around before quickly using his tail wrap around the handle.

He turned around slowly, keeping eye contact with each Beowolf that surrounded him, meeting their untamed gaze. His tail kept a good grip on the hook sword that was attached to its twin, making the blade spin continuously.

A low growl was forming in his throat, his eyes narrowing and meeting the gazes evenly, ice sharp claws appeared on his hands, growing larger until the were the length of his eyes to his lips.

Time seemed to slow for him as his Semblance finally kicked in, his hearing alert, his eyesight acute, all of his senses heightened.

Using his tail he maneuvered the hook swords to latch onto the neck of a wolf behind him and used the force to pull himself back from the jaws of a Grimm. Turning around he tore the claws through the front of the Grimm's neck. Turning around for a brief moment he unhooked the swords, but when he turned around he was met with the claws of a Beowolf which swept him off the corpse of their fallen kin.

Tumbling onto the ground he was moved closer to the cliffside, a warm liquid ran down his left cheek. Wiping it off he stared back at his namesake colour. The claw had cut into the flesh underneath his left eye, barely missing it. He narrowed his eyes and stretched one arm out in front of him, his feet propped up off the ground.

Moving with the speed of a Nevermore he run his claws along the side of a Beowolf, the inhumane claws piercing the pelt easily, the claws were un-animal like themselves.

There was a quick smell of the metallic liquid that came from the beasts until his own blocked out the smell and the beasts' bodies disappeared. The smell was starting to drive him crazy as a small instinct in the back of his head howled for his own flesh, but a small voice told him he wasn't hungry.

To say he was a Faunus was one way to put it, but there was nothing animal-like about his tail or his claws.

He was knocked down again quickly, the Beowolves quickly surrounded him, until another wolf from the side slammed into him, knocking him under the jaws of one that he hit before with his rifle. It swiftly leapt on him and hand him pinned underneath its claws, the tips slowly pushing into his flesh.

The voice in the back of his head howled, growing louder as the scent of blood started to rise form his shoulders. It yelled for him to feed when he didn't need to be fed, the hunger was for the sweet satisfaction of tearing limb from limb. It pleaded, it begged, it argued, it coaxed, it bargained, it persuaded, and finally, it convinced him.

For that one instant he allowed the Grimm take over, his heightened vision was blurred, but his senses were still acute. He was blinded. His vision turned black, just as its cleared up.

His eyed lit up for a moment, with the same monstrous illuminating red.

After all, Grimm were not defined as animals, they were monsters.

When he was done the colour was everywhere. The bloody scarlet red of his blood, the illuminating red of his eyes, the rusty crimson red of the disappearing shards of Beowolves, his namesake color.

Thank you for reading, please leave a review telling me your opinion. I just decided to post all four "teasers".

- Cilver