His name was… Jaune… possibly. He didn't know. Not like anyone could correct him. His family burned, his friends nonexistent, and he's been alone for… Months were the ones with three-hundred-and-sixty-five days, right? It didn't matter, he didn't care, and no one ever will…
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Jaune walked forward in silence on the dirt trail. The sun hung in the air and there was barely a cloud in the sky.
Jaune stood at a relatively tall height. He had a lean yet muscular build, and his skin was slightly tanned. His blond hair was at waist-length and was wild and unkempt. His eyes were azure blue and they just seemed dead. He wore tattered shirt and pants. His feet were bare and his soles were practically pitch-black. This "outfit" allowed his uncountable number of scars to be visible, alongside the White Fang brand on his back. Over his, very little, clothing, he wore a tattered white cloak that covered the lower half of his face and ended at his ankles. And in his hand, he held a sheathed blade, that had a black grip, a grey pommel, and a worn out cross-guard.
Where's he going? He didn't know nor did he care. He just needed to get away… and possibly, he did. He just didn't care enough to remember.
His eyes drifted and he caught a glimpse of a lofting tower in the distance. His eyes refocused on the trail ahead and he continued to walk. Until, a twig snapped and a Grimm howled.
Jaune slowly turned and met eyes with an Alpha Beowolf. He stood still as the Alpha began to step out onto the trail. The trees behind the Alpha bursted apart as its pack rushed in, splitting wood and kicking up dirt.
Jaune's right hand drifted to the grip of his sword. He pulled out the sword an inch from its sheath. The blade of the sword was an extremely dark black—instead shining in the light, the blade was so dark that it seemed to consume light.
Jaune's brows furrowed as he spoke in a gravelly voice, "Feel despair…" His head tilted forward, "This'll be a massacre."
The pack of the Alpha backed away from Jaune, seemingly afraid. The Alpha growled at its pack before ignoring them and stepping towards Jaune. The Alpha crouched down and lunged towards Jaune, the ground cracking underneath its feet. Whilst in the air, the Alpha reared its arm back to swipe at him.
As it swung, Jaune, in a single movement, side-stepped the attack and sliced off the Alpha's arm. The Alpha skidded across the ground, it let out a growl of pain. Jaune passed his blade to his other hand, dropping his sheath, and walked over to the Alpha's severed arm. He picked up the disintegrating arm and walked over to the fallen Alpha.
It tried to get up, but Jaune stabbed his blade through its abdomen-keeping it in place. Jaune lifted the arm and stabbed the Alpha, with its own claws, through its neck. Jaune straightened; ripping his blade from the Grimm and stepping away to pick up his sheath. His eyes drifted to the pack, eyes narrowed, as he sheathed his blade. The pack cowered and sprinted away.
Jaune gripped the sheathed sword in his left hand and he rolled his shoulders, his bones popping. He then spun on his heel and continued down the trail.
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AN: Howdy! This story will be traveling all over Remnant, so if you have a particular character that I might forget, that you want to see. Go ahead and mention them in the reviews. Otherwise, criticize away, and leave any words of wisdom in the reviews. Thanks for reading!