It was dark.

And wet.

And sticky.

And cold.

Overall, it was uncomfortable.

I tried getting up.

I couldn't move, well I could, but I wasn't going anywhere.

I felt suffocated.

Then my body caught fire, or at least felt like it.

In my... somewhere inside me a burning fire ignited.

I open my mouth to scream.

It was filled with whatever surrounded me.

I could still breathe, no, I couldn't breathe, I didn't need to.

I realized I was basically formless as the fire spreaded around every inch of me.

Pieces grew and fell off, holes opened and closed.

Then I finally had form, parts grew solid around the fire.

I stretched out, reaching for something, or maybe just happy I could.

My confusion didn't fade or waver, but I had more pressing matters.

I did what I normally did in a situation like this, I ignored my emotions, fear was hidden behind determination.

I pushed and pushed forward, or up, or whatever.

When my hand finally felt something solid, I pulled.

My body felt the warm air.

It was weird to feel as if a fire was burning inside me, but my body was freezing. The warm air revealed that.

I crawled out of whatever I was in, and I opened my eyes.

The sky was red.

Trees were dead.

Small purple crystals littered the dead patches of grass.

Oh, and a dozen Beowolves rose out of puddles of tar or something.

Before I could react to them, one jumped me.

I screamed, it sounded more like a yelp.

Raised my left? No! Right arm to fend of the slightly smaller than normal Beowolf.

A black furred appendage filled my sight.

It snuck up on me!

I raised my arm faster and jumped to the left.

The claw followed me.

I remembered my lessons with Pyrrha about tanking hits.

I flared my Aura.

The fire inside burned hotter than before.

And the claw glowed white.

The fire spreaded again.

I felt my whole body.

From my elongated arms to my short legs to my ears and nails.

I definitely didn't feel normal.

I was... Shaped like a Beowolf.

This revelation got past my block of determination.

I re-analyzed my circumstance.

The last thing I remembered was answering that call from Ruby, leaving for the mission, alarms, heading to Vale, fighting Grimm, someone shouting my name, then... Darkness.

I slowly gained consciousness in that other darkness, I gained form and crawled out.

Like the Beowolves.

Was I a Beowolf?

Was that a stupid question? Yes, but one I want answered.

Clearly I was a Beowolf, but how? When? Where? A whole bunch of other questions demanded answers.

The growling of the dozen other Beowolves brought my attention back to the present.

I'm not getting any answers anytime soon, am I?

{Prologue End.}

I've read a couple like this, Reborn as a Grimm, but to be honest I've never really stuck with one.

I always turn away if they change the Lore, not in a bad way, just if the Grimm act like different than Canon. I mean of course you could do it, but I don't want to read about Grimm with feelings or active thoughts.

I want them to be mindless monsters, nothing more, nothing less.

Jaune has a Human Soul, Grimm see him as prey.

Jaune has a Grimm body, Humans see him as prey.

Jaune died during the Breach.

Jaune was born on the edge of the Grimmlands, far enough away from Salem for her not to notice right away.

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