A/N: I saw The Legend of Tarzan two weeks ago, and I really liked it, to the point that I tried to imagine this badassery occur in my favorite show: RWBY.

And thus, this story is born!

A couple things:

1) I figured that since the section for The Legend of Tarzan has yet to be created, and the other sections of different Tarzan movies or shows don't have any character spots, I would label this as a simple RWBY fic, with the main character being Tarzan!

2) My knowledge of Tarzan only stems from three things: Disney's Tarzan, Disney's TV series The Legend of Tarzan, and of course, the movie I mentioned, The Legend of Tarzan.

3) This fic is experimental with sporadic updates. Depending on reception, updates may be more frequent.

Okay, with that out of the way, let's get this experimental fic started!


Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY, The Legend of Tarzan, or any other iteration of Tarzan.


Cold rain.

That was what Winter felt hitting her clothing as she trudged her feet through the wet jungle, her hair let out after the rain washed the pin away.

She had been taking a standard Bullhead towards an Atlesian military compound (which was stationed far north of Vale, an act allowed by the Vale council) after having been contacted by engineers, informing her that they had completed testing on her newly built personal airship. All that was left was for her to fly it out of there.

The problem…the White Fang had heard of her little trip and decided to shoot the Bullhead down.

The sins of the father come back to haunt the daughter.

The pilot had been killed upon impact, leaving Winter to abandon the downed aircraft and make her way to the base on foot. While not far, it was still quite the trek.

She growled as her feet continually stepped in mud and puddles. Why the base was in the middle of a forest was beyond her. Perhaps because Grimm hardly frequented that particular area?

No one knew why, though it may have had something to do with the highly territorial gorilla herd. Those animals were strong and, according to a witness, had Auras. It's no wonder they could stand against the Grimm, unlike other animals.

While a gorilla herd with Auras was disconcerting, they never approached the Atlesian compound, preferring to stay away from humans. This was perfectly alright with the stationed soldiers, not wanting to pick a fight with the multitude of gorillas, and so they left the animals alone as well.

Still, there had been times when some soldiers would come across some gorillas. Mostly, the soldiers kept their fingers off the trigger and backed away slowly, with the gorillas growling but making no attempt to pursue. One time, however….

A soldier had gotten drunk and wandered into the jungle to spew curses at the gorillas, calling them dumb apes and such. The gorillas had grown angry at the intruder and surrounded the soldier to kill him. Before the man could draw his weapon in self-defense, and before the gorillas could pounce….

A noise form above was heard, and the drunk soldier looked up and found a man in a loin cloth falling towards him. He was unconscious soon after. Sometime later, the soldier awoke in the infirmary, having been found right outside the base rather than deep in the jungle.

A scouting patrol had been organized to see whether or not there had been a man out there, but no results bore fruit. The man at first insisted on what he saw, but he eventually accepted that maybe it had been a drunken hallucination after all.

But then…more sightings of this "jungle man" grew. Some standard patrols claimed to see some form of a person running by the trees or swinging on vines.

Turns out, those particular patrols happened to be nearing some gorilla nests. The sergeant soon decided to have the patrols more coordinated and away from the gorillas, while still maintaining a proper patrol.

It worked, and sightings of the "jungle man" ceased. Despite the sightings, the soldiers wondered if it really was a man, or in fact some spirit that threatened any who approached the gorillas. A ghost in the trees.

Winter scoffed. A spirit? Really?

Preposterous.

What's more, Winter thought those men should've gone out looking for this "jungle man", if he even existed in the first place, rather than leave him be. He could've been a spy for all they know!

SNAP.

A twig snapping brought Winter out of her thoughts and made her turn quickly to the source.

She found no one there.

Narrowing her eyes, Winter slowly turned around and resumed her walking.

As she passed by a tree-.

"SCHNEE!"

She had been tackled to the ground.

She let out a gasp of air and found a sword right at her throat. The person wielding the sword…a member of the White Fang.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here! A Schnee."

Winter grit her teeth as four other White Fang members appeared from behind other trees.

"You should've died in the crash," the Faunus with the sword at her throat snarled. "Now we get to make sure your death is slow and painful."

The other White Fang gathered around the one above her, mouths curled up in grins that signaled malicious intent.

As the one above her began to move his sword down along her body…several growls were heard.

The White Fang members looked around suddenly, the one above her cursing.

"Shit, now what?"

Some hunched figures began to make themselves known. As they neared, it was revealed they were gorillas.

"Son of a-." the grunt cursed.

The gorillas began beating their chests and roaring challenges at the intruders.

The White Fang backed up, allowing Winter to quickly get up and assess the situation.

White Fang on one side. Territorial gorillas on the other.

Not good odds.

She kept her hand trained on the hilt of her weapon, but did not draw yet.

The grunt from before growled. "You know what? Screw it! I'll see you dead now!"

He drew his rifle and aimed at Winter.

She conjured a glyph beneath her and leapt into the air, dodging the rifle fire at the last second.

The gorilla that happened to be behind her was not so lucky. Its Aura protected it, but it grew angry.

As did the rest of the heard.

The gorillas swarmed the White Fang with a righteous fury, beating down on the grunts until their bodies were broken and unmoving.

Winter stared down at the massacre. She felt no pity towards the men that tried to kill her, as well she shouldn't have….

She cursed when the gorillas looked up to her form. They roared, with one attempting to climb the tree she was taking refuge in. She immediately hopped to another tree to avoid the gorillas, but they pursued her.

One managed to grab a large rock and toss it in her direction. She jumped towards another tree to dodge…only to be tackled by another gorilla that had been hiding in another tree.

She fell to the ground with a loud thud. Her Aura protected her, allowing her to stay conscious.

A good thing too, since she had to roll out of the way of a gorilla ready to beat her to death.

She withdrew her second dagger and got into a combat stance. She had hoped to avoid an altercation with the gorilla herd, but it appeared she had no choice.

As the gorillas surrounded and neared her…she heard a sound from above.

She looked up and found what appeared to be a man falling towards her. Huntress instincts allowed her to jump backwards to avoid the falling man, whom landed on all fours and stared her down.

Winter took the time to analyze the man. He was on all fours, his hands balled into fists. He was covered in dirt and soaked from the rain, and his hair was long and messy. He wore nothing but a loin cloth and was rather…fit. She may have eyed his form a second longer than she should have before returning to her senses.

The man slowly stood on his two feet and began making gorilla sounds at the herd, who roared back in return, almost like in protest. The man beat his chest and made louder sounds at the gorillas.

The gorillas growled…yet heeded whatever words the man said. They retreated deeper into the jungle, disappearing in the trees.

The man slowly turned back towards Winter, who tensed under his cold gaze. He approached slowly, eyeing the oddity standing in a combat stance before him.

Winter returned to her stance and glared. "I will have you know that I am a Specialist in the Atlesian Army, as well as a Huntress…and a Schnee."

She didn't really want to say that last part, since she was trying to make a name for herself, but perhaps it would discourage the man from trying anything?

No such luck.

Instead, the man simply tilted his head, as though he hadn't understood a single word she said. He approached her again, slowly.

"Stay back," Winter hissed, raising her weapons.

The man didn't seem threatened by her, opting to step closer.

Winter immediately swung quickly so that her sword was pointed at the man's neck.

The man didn't even flinch.

Instead, he simply eyed the blade, slowly raising his hand to touch it. He bore a confused look at the way the blade felt. It was nothing he had ever felt before.

Winter narrowed her eyes at the man, silently wondering if he really was a threat. She tossed that thought aside.

No. It would not due to let her guard down with this man.

The man then decided to simply move the sword aside, moving forward quickly so as to not have the sword return to its original place at his neck.

Winter stood shocked at how bold the man was. It was as if he wasn't threatened by her.

Also…she couldn't help but notice how tall he was. She had to look up so as not to see his well-muscled chest, not that she would've minded (secretly) admiring the pecks on this man in any other circumstance.

She also found that he had rather intriguing green eyes. Eyes that gazed at her, full of…curiosity.

And then…he began sniffing her!

Her eyes widened at his advance, a small hint of a blush forming.

"N-Now see here!" Winter stuttered. "I will not have you sniffing-!"

She squeaked a little with a visible blush when his sniffing trailed down her body, grazing her large bust.

Her first instinct told her to slap the man immediately…and yet….

To be honest, Winter had always had men after her for her last name or her looks. She had rejected all of them in disgust, until the time came that she was essentially untouchable due to her position in the Altesian military.

Needless to say…she had never had a man this close to her before. And even women had their needs….

Though when the man began sniffing down there, she knew the line had been crossed.

"Ok. That's enough!"

She kicked the man square in the jaw, sending him back. He shook his head rapidly, water splattering from his hair locks as he stared at her in shock and confusion.

Winter glared. "You think just because you're a 'jungle man' that it excuses you for acting inappropriately around a woman?!"

Actually, it was a legitimate excuse, but she kept that to herself.

The man tilted his head…then began to step closer.

Winter, having had enough, conjured a glyph and summoned an Aura construct of a Beowolf.

The man stumbled back in shock at what was apparently magic.

Winter smirked. "Not so sure of yourself now, are you?"

The man's gaze turned from Winter to the Summoned Beowolf. His eyes no longer held the curiosity from before.

Now they were cold and filled with animal instinct.

With surprising speed, the man crawled under the Beowolf construct and towards Winter. The Specialist raised her swords at the ready…but then stopped when she saw what the man was doing.

He was…standing between her and the Beowolf construct, and arm outstretched in front of her.

Was he trying to…protect her from the Beowolf?

The construct growled at the man, who returned it with his own.

Winter's eyes flickered between the man and her construct…before coming to a decision.

She returned her second blade to its compartment in the first and sheathed the latter. She slowly stepped around the man, who turned to her in shock as she approached her Summoned construct.

"It's alright," Winter assured. "This is simply a construct I formed as a result of my Semblance."

The man tilted his head at her.

Winter sighed. Why did she think he would understand?

She raised a finger to indicate for him to watch. She slowly approached her construct and lightly pet it on its neck. The Beowolf simply gave a light growl.

The man's eyes flickered between Winter and the Beowolf construct, unsure of what to make of this.

One thing the man could tell was that this Beowolf was not like the others. It was a glowing white, for instance. And it hadn't attacked the woman like any other Grimm would.

What's more…if the man understood what he saw, the white Beowolf appeared…at the woman's command, almost as if she called it here.

The man noticed a circle with connected lines appear on the woman's hand. It glowed lightly for a moment before letting out a flash of light. The man backed up and shielded his eyes from the flash. When he looked again, the white Beowolf was gone. The woman simply stood there. The circle briefly glowing again before flickering out of existence.

It the man wasn't sure before, he was now.

This woman had summoned that white Beowolf, and it only listened to her.

Winter smiled. "My Semblance is Glyphs. I can perform many feats with this, including summoning those I have slain in battle."

Once again, the man tilted his head. Yet there was a look of understanding in his eyes.

Either he understood what she said (doubtful), or he simply figured it out from what he saw (more likely).

She crossed her arms. "Well, I thank you for saving me from the gorillas. I had hoped to avoid an altercation with them."

She turned to the direction of the base. "But I must make my way towards the Atlesian compound."

Winter continued her march through the wet jungle.

Though a certain "jungle man" had other ideas.

The man quickly scooped up the Specialist over his shoulder, much to her shock and indignation.

"W-What are you doing?! P-Put men down this instant!"

Winter beat on the man's back and swung her legs to knee his chest, but he showed no indication that he was affected by either, despite her leg armor hitting him. She stopped when she found that the man was now climbing a tree.

"W-What?"

The man continued until he was not on a tree branch. He put Winter down, who immediately slapped him.

"I-I did not wish to be carried up here!" she shrieked.

The man simply tilted his head while rubbing his cheek. It didn't really hurt, but it confused him.

Before Winter could continue her tongue lashing, the man stepped past her and grabbed a vine, pulling on it to make sure it wouldn't snap.

Winter raised an eyebrow. "What are you-?"

She didn't get to finish her question, for the man wrapped his hand around her shapely waist, much to her shocked embarrassment.

"W-What are you doing?!"

The man simply stared at her…then smiled.

Winter knew that smile. It was a smile that she always saw on her younger sister, Weiss. A smile that signaled only one thing.

Mischief.

Winter stared at the man…then the vine…then finally noticed she and he were near the edge of the branch...

Winter gave the man a dark look. "Don't. You. Dare."

The man apparently was able to at least understand the warning she seemed to be presenting, if the widened smile was anything to go by.

And before Winter knew it, she was holding on the man with all her strength as he swung on the vine across the jungle.

She let out a short scream before burying her face in the man's shoulder, her eyes shut tight. As she did…she felt his shoulders shake.

Winter slowly opened one of her eyes to find the man…chuckling?!

Winter squawked in indignation. "D-Don't laugh at me!"

His chuckling turned to laughter.

She would've beat the man senseless were she not holding onto his body….

His fit…well-muscled…body.

Winter shook her head of those thoughts and chastised herself. This ruffian was making a fool out of her! And here she was eying the man like a piece of meat?!

She peeked at the scenery around her as the man continued to soar with the vine. The trees passed by them quickly, and she swore she could see a few animals huddled together in warmth against the cold rain, though she couldn't tell what they were.

She gazed down at the ground as it sped past her. They were rather…high up. Of course, Winter could land easy thanks to her training, and she had no doubt the man she was holding onto like a lifeline would land safely.

Speaking of whom….

Winter turned her gaze towards the man's face. Despite the dirt and grime, he was…moderately handsome. He had strong cheekbones and a well-defined chin. What drew her the most were his piercing green eyes. They were…enchanting.

She would've lost herself in those green orbs…had they not suddenly landed.

Winter jumped at the loud thump of the man landing on the ground. He carefully let her go so that she would not fall. She staggered a bit, but was ultimately fine.

She gazed in front of her and found that she was near the front of the base.

The man had brought her to her destination.

She blinked in shock, then turned to thank the man….

But he was already gone.

She searched the tree line and the shrubbery for any indication of the jungle man, but she found none.

She did, however, hear a loud yell among the trees.

"OOOOOOOOH AAAAOOOOH AAAOOOOH AAAOOOOOOOOOH!"

Winter turned her gaze towards the sound, and in the distance, found a figure swinging on a vine away from the base before disappearing from sight.

Shouts were heard behind her, and she turned to find some engineers with their scrolls out.

"Hurry up! We need to get a picture a- M-Miss Schnee?!"

The engineers quickly scrambled to put their scrolls away and stood at attention, but one noticed her state of being.

"By Oum, are you alright?" he asked.

Winter nodded. "I'm quite alright. The Bullhead got shot down and I had to make my way here on foot…though I had some assistance."

The engineers went wide-eyed before swarming around her, then quickly backing up after remembering she was a superior officer.

"B-Begging your pardon, ma'am," one of them hesitantly began. "But…was it him?"

Winter quirked an eyebrow. "Are you referring to the 'jungle man'?"

The engineers nodded rapidly.

"…Yes."

The men gasped, one of them asking, "W-What was he like?"

Winter had to think about that for a moment.

"He was…intriguing."

Nothing more was said as she went to enter the base. She needed a hot shower after going through the cold rain and muddy jungle.

Still…her thoughts the entire time were that of those piercing green eyes gazing at her.

She…she hoped to see him again.


Alas, her hopes would go unanswered.

A few days later, the gorilla herd had moved south from the base and only continued to do so, intent on making new nests farther into Vale.

And where the gorillas went, so too did the "jungle man".

Winter was disappointed, saddened even. But she would simply move on with her life, albeit with those green piercing eyes still fresh in her mind.

It would be years before sightings of the "jungle man" would return in full force, as well as the name of this man revealed.

Tarzan.


A/N: And there we go! I hope this was a good start.

As I said in the beginning, this fic is experimental. As in...I don't have a full idea as to how it'll go. I mean, I have concepts on what Tarzan can do in the RWBYverse, such as taking on Atlas (specifically the machines), and even battling Qrow or one or some of team RWBY. Hell, why not Pyrrha herself while we're at it!

The possibilities are endless!

That said...I'm not sure if I should make this an AU or stick with canon. An AU would allow more freedom, yet the idea of Tarzan's arrival changing canon is intriguing.

Now...to be honest, I had first thought to have Tarzan meet Amber (Fall Maiden) instead. Then I thought for him to meet one of Jaune's sisters (Jane Arc), so as to keep the whole Tarzan/Jane thing going. Or hell, since Tarzan was shown to be 18 in the flashbacks of when he met Jane in the movie The Legend of Tarzan, I could've had him meet one of the main female characters, or maybe even Coco or Velvet.

But then...Winter Schnee cropped into my mind. The idea of Tarzan/Winter kept nagging at my brain for hours until I eventually caved. Cause seriously, a wild man and someone like Winter...a fun thought, don't you think?

Also...Tarzan does have an Aura and a Semblance. What that Semblance is...I'm drawing a blank. Animal Instincts? Animal Skill? Something to do with his yell? If anyone has any good ideas, I'd appreciate it.

If you liked this and want to see where this goes, be sure to follow and fav. Have any ideas about this and what I've said? Leave it in a review! I'd love to hear from you guys about this. Since this fic is experimental, your feedback might make me reconsider the way this story should go, event-wise and pairing-wise. This chapter may have to be rewritten to accommodate the changes, but oh well.

I'll say this now in case anyone gets the idea: Tarzan will not be evil...ever.

Well, that's all for now. Next chapter will feature a time skip to the time of RWBY canon. Whether canon is followed or an AU occurs I still have no idea.

LATERS!