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Story Word Count: 959
The woman stood over the grave, flowers in her hand. Placing them in front of the stone, and knelt down, a red cloak billowed in the wind behind her. A tear fell from the hood that covered her face, quickly melting the snow as it sped into the soft ground. She knelt there for several minutes, with tears slowly rolling and dropping down to the ground. After a final minute she arose, a turned before walking off slowly, looking at the ground as she crunched through the snow.
The cloaked figure walked through the clearing, past a pack of wolves, which growled at her whilst slowly moving closer. She turned her head, and the wolves scampered off fearfully. She continued onward, even in the gales her hood not falling from her head. A rustling sound came from the trees ahead of her, and a tall black bear came pounding out of it, cuts and gashes spread across it's body, and let out an angry roar. The woman simply looked at it, her lips curved in a slight smile. She stood her ground as the bear stood up on its hind legs, roaring savagely at her once more. She continued to stare it down, her eyes hidden by the shadows cast by her hood. The animal charged at her mindlessly, it's eyes filled with a fiery angry and tenacity, and she rolled to her right, the rose red cloak's hood still managing to stay seemingly attached to her head, and the creature soared past her, crashing into a nearby tree stump. The woman looked at it, grinning, and she walked over. Kneeling down in front of it, it looked up at her, it's eyes still alight with pure anger, and now pain. The creature grunted with hostility, trying to stand itself up, but it no longer had the strength to do so. It's eyes finally locked to her face, scanning the shadow of where her face was hidden. After a good thirty seconds, she rose, and calmly strolled off, leaving the animal to die alone and in pain, her grin now gone from her face completely, replaced with neutral and emotionless look.
The red clad woman walked on further, and her feet hit the solid concrete of a path, and looked up from the floor, and down to the end of the path. Light, she noticed. Light where there never was. She over her shoulders, and paced down to the light, which turned out to be a donkey, with a small chest on either side of it's rear. It brayed loudly, and she heard shout come from the woods beside her. The voice shouted again, closer this time, and she stood her ground. Finally, she heard footsteps coming from behind her, and she spun on her heel, knocking a small pistol from the stranger's hand, deep into the snow a few feet away. He looked at her curiously, his eyes narrow. She looked back, frowning at him with annoyance. He spoke up, but she ignored, and only turned to leave before her pulled her back roughly, and she sent a hard right hook into his jaw, sending the man sprawling to the ground, screaming in agony. The donkey brayed in fear, pulling on the rope that was tieing it to a tree, and the woman smirked, and headed slowly over to the man, looking down at him. He reached for the nearby pistol, but she grabbed it with extreme speed, and aimed it at his forehead, which caused him to raise his hands in surprise and self defence. He opened his mouth to speak, but this only caused her to jab the gun close to his forehead, and the man flinched in fear. She growled at him, but pulled the gun away, hiding it behind her cloak. She looked at him for a few more seconds before she walked away, shaking her head. The woman sighed before heading down the path, past the donkey, which backed away with terror.
She continued down the concrete path for almost three hours before she found herself at a tall gate, made out of heavy plates of metal. She knocked on it, and a shutter slid open, revealing a pair of bright green eyes. The flicked up and down the woman before the shutter closed again, and the doors swung open slowly, and she walked in, her cloak now trailing on the floor due to the wind having died down. She was greeted by several people, who she nodded at kindly, her face now holding a happy smile. The red clad woman continued down the pavement, and into a tall, scrap-metal building, and she pushed the door open and headed inside. A man with messy blonde hair and lilac coloured eyes smiled at her and let out a greeting before heading back to work, and she climbed up the stairs, but was stopped by a hand being placed on her shoulder. She turned, and saw a woman with similar looks to the man, the only differences being gender and the clear difference of age. She smiled at the blonde, who wrapped her in a hug. The blonde pulled her out of the tight embrace, and pushed the hood from the woman's head, revealing the face beneath.
"Welcome back to Beacon, Ruby…" The woman muttered, and wrapped her in a hug once again, smiling joyfully. The red clad woman smiled too, her silver eyes twinkling in the dim light cast by the dying light bulb, and her red-tipped black hair swayed back and forth after the blonde let her go roughly, a grin on her face. "And welcome back to the Rose's Inn, Sis." The blonde grinned, and the two headed up the stairs together.
Hi. This oneshot is the start of my collection of short stories, this is due to my complete inability to continue any of my storyline-driven stories at the moment. These stories will be about anything and anyone in the RWBY Series. Any of my old oneshots will still be found in their own separate stories, rather than deleting them and uploading them here. Yes, I am that lazy. Anyway, this may be short, but, in my opinion, is one of the best things I've ever written, so I hope you enjoyed it. If you have any requests that you want me to write about, PM me or leave a review and I'll try my best to write it (NO SMUT)! Anyway, Remember that Constructive Criticism is always Useful, Reviews are Welcomed, and Keep Moving Forward!
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