Existence began.
That was how it came into being, one moment it didn't exist, the next it did. Strong and healthy, with large black claws that stained the very earth they walked on. A powerful jaw that could snap a tree in two, and eyes that could see for miles under the shattered moon's pale glow. But it was the nose that was it's really portal into the world.
Hatred, resentment, fear, jealousy, sadness, delectable negative emotions were carried on with every gust of win and drew its attention, calling its hunger. It was because of this that it took its first steps out into this new world. Pulling itself out of the blackened ooze from which it spawned from.
They took a moment to inspect itself to grow accustomed to moving. Four legs that could move in tandem with each other. Powerful tail, that provided balance. With a grunt they stood on their back two legs, the motion was familiar and comfortable. Walking was no problem even as it swung its large arms in the creating a woosh.
It could fight.
That thought excited it. Fighting it wanted to fight, to hunt, to kill, to grow.
A motion in the bush caught their attention. And then another and another and another. They caught a glimpse. A creature similar to it walked on four legs, long nose, powerful jaws. They were similar but different. It was Grimm. And they… they were not Grimm.
And they wanted to fight the Grimm, they had the Grimm surrounded. How foolish of them.
The Grimm stared at the largest of its foes, waiting for them to strike.
One of the beasts charged from behind, vicious jaws snapping in the air paired with growls and howls. They thought to make it fear. But it was fear. With a whirl of claws and teeth, it snatched the first beast out of the air, it's claws dug into the beasts soft belly spilling warm blood on its claws before it slammed the beast into the ground.
It's first killing. Another beast was snapped in half by a downward swing, and another died in its powerful jaws. They were wolves, the Grimm recalled as it batted another one out of the air sending it flying into a tree where it lay limp.
The largest wolf snapped and growled at her, the beast nearly rivaled its size. The alpha wolf had one eye scarred shut and numerous scars from past victories marked its snow white coat. Shame its victory streak would come to a sudden end.
The Grimm charged the Alpha wolf, going in low and snapping upwards with its jaw and claiming its throat as their prize. It whined and whimpered under the Grimm's bite unable to move and understanding that death was imminent. With a snap, the great beast's neck was no more.
The rest of the beasts fled their fear was but an appetizer. More fear, was elsewhere it pooled on the cliffside of the valley, where its true food lay. Humans.
Lights and sound marked the humans as clearly as the smell of their misery. They were all just standing there, waiting for the Grimm to come and kill them. All it would have to do was walk up and begin to kill the Humans and harvest on the ultimate emotion. The fear of death.
Just as the grim was about to stalk forward another creature stopped it. This to was Grimm. This grim was like them but larger, older, wiser. Behind it were more of their kind. More Grimm. There were too many of them now. How would it know which one was it?
It needed a name.
Pyrrha.
It had no idea where the name came from or what voice whispered it into their mind. But now its name was Pyrrha.
The Alpha glanced at Pyrrha, it's large red eyes deep with wisdom. It snorted and stomped.
*You Grimm. You join attack. Human filth ripe with fear.*
Pyrrha nodded, it could taste the fear of the village on high alert. The humans knew the Grimm were coming. The Grimm always came and they always will.
They stalked the through the trees, and up the cliffs until they were within striking distance of the humans. From here stealth would do the Grimm no good. The humans began to shout. Began to scream. Their fear was growing. It was delicious. And Pyrrha wanted more.
Torches were lit and alarms echoed throughout the night. And a cry erupted from the heavens drawing the human's light upwards. Where a large flying Grimm circled overhead. That was the command.
It was time to attack!
Grimm poured from the forest and up the roads to the human settlement, they climbed over the walls and began to kill the Humans. Pyrrha charged in as well, in the middle of the pack eager and willing to fight the humans. It was a slaughter. The human protectors began to fall one after another their weapons too weak to harm the Grimm.
This was wrong. Something was wrong? These were humans? These were what Pyrrha must kill?
No.
Pyrrha watched as a Grimm charged into a building and exited it with the still screaming corpse of a woman in its mouth. Another smashed a man into the ground. Another ripped a man limb from limb.
This was horrible. Pyrrha had to do something. Needed to something.
The Alpha Grimm was closing in on a family, a young woman holding two crying children while the father held up a pitch fork in his hand. This was the fear they needed? The fear they wanted? Pyrrha could see it in the man's eyes he had conquered his fear. He would die defending his family.
Courage was sickening, it made Pyrrha's head spin and thrum with pain. It was why the grim were drawn to the man. To turn his courage to fear and dread as they tore at his family.
Pyrrha had to stop it. There was no reason why. It was a simple need. As strong if not stronger than the need to kill the humans.
There was no thought in it as Pyrrha charged the alpha, snapping at his neck, but the alpha was fast, experienced and aware. It dodged her jaws by an inch and Pyrrha grazed it's massive arm, far from a fatal or serious wound.
The world went silent as Grimm and humans stared at Pyrrha in wonder. The need to kill the humans and the need to protect them were warring in Pyrrha's mind clawing at their every thought. For now, the humans would live until one of those desires won out. That meant killing the other Grimm.
The alpha looked at Pyrrha it's glowing red eyes showed nothing but fury and hatred. With a massive roar that shook the other, it said one thing and one thing only.
*Traitor*
The pack gathered around they to shouted unison.
*Traitor*
They were connected, but Pyrrha was alone.
The alpha roared and charged at Pyrrha, its massive claws easily enough to end Pyrrha's short life. The Alpha was larger, stronger, more experienced, and had the pack behind them.
But Pyrrha, Pyrrha was the better fighter.
With a roll into a swipe, Pyrrha raked her claw along the length of the alpha's arm, tearing the muscle to ribbon. The alpha retaliated with a second swing that graced Pyrrha's shoulder revealing the warm soft flesh beneath the blackened fur.
Pyrrha reacted in kind, gnawing and gnashing at the alpha's arm tearing off tendons and the like. Its mighty jaws were inches from Pyrrha's throat before they managed to roll out of the way. Leaping onto the Alphas back Pyrrha began to tear at the Alpha's shoulder ripping out one of the large bone spikes.
The kill was theirs! The alpha would die. Pyrrha dug their claws into the beast's masks and began to rip. It howled and yowled in agony. Fear spread through the Alpha. It was intoxicating. Grimm could fear too. Grimm was prey too. The Alpha's mask came off with a rip.
Pyrrha let out a howl that drowned all sound out of the world. There was only the victor, only Pyrrha.
The alpha began to vanish, the fate of al Grimm that die. Wait no. It wasn't vanishing. Pyrrha was absorbing it. Not all of it. But enough. The Alpha's strength was becoming Pyrrha's strength. It's power feeding into them as their body began to change. Spikes of white bone grew at random, wounds began to heal. It felt wonderful. All the terror and fear the Alpha had once ingested was now Pyrrha's.
Grimm were delicious.
With their new found strength Pyrrha roared again, sending the Grimm running filled with fear. They could hunt them later and feast once again. For now the humans. Kill or save, that was the choice Pyrrha now had.
"Easy girl." The man said, his voice as shaky as his hands. "You saved us right? I saw it. You're not all bad are ya girl?"
Pyrrha was a girl? That sounded… correct. Still, the human took a step closer and she growled. Humans were dangerous, Humans were food. Humans should die. Humans needed to be protected.
"Woah, easy now." The man took a step back. "I just wanted to thank you for saving us is all."
It really shouldn't be saying that. She hadn't decided if she wanted to save the human or not. It would be easy to kill it. Especially now.
No, the human could live. She had Grimm to hunt.
AN: This is a test for a story idea I've been wanting to do where Pyrrha gets reborn as a Grimm through... idk black magic fuckery. Let me know what you think!