Written by: JayEmEl

Edited by: Cowjump

NOTE: These will all be short installments with no given posting schedule or structured outline. I am taking prompts for this, if anyone wants me to write Blake's thoughts on any specific thing. The excerpts will generally follow canon RWBY's timeline without necessarily addressing events we've seen on-screen - not all the time, at least.

Hopefully, you'll all enjoy! Happy reading!

Entry One

It is a twisted thing, watching the framework of one's beliefs grow to resemble nothing like its architect's plan. Somewhere down the line, the workers start disagreeing with which materials and methods to use. In the ensuing chaos, the journeymen seek to replace their masters with someone who would see things their way – who would get the job done – as if their own vision of a skyscraper were greater than the original.

Under the pressure, the architect caves and surrenders his project.

The Belladonna family had been building a citadel for the Faunus and their oft-denied dignity. A symbol. Something to look up to and think that, maybe, hope exists, after all. That hope came in the form of olive branches, extending tolerance, understanding, and open-mindedness through peaceful politics. We even had a name for it. Carved into its alabaster foundations, the White Fang represented our freedom.

But the progress wasn't fast enough. Wasn't effective enough. The intended picture was always clear, but the architect gave up.

I told my father to hold his ground. I tried to explain that his actions were cowardly. I begged him. I yelled at him. It was just a phase – if he only toughed it out, the angry subversives would calm down and see reason. Things would be made right in time – he just had to be patient.

"How can you call yourself a leader if you won't even stand up for your ideals?"

A saddened glint in a pleading regard. Not quite resignation, but close. Too close. My dad shook his head.

"I'm ashamed of what you've become."

So, just like a storm passing in the night, I left him. I left my father and my mother to pursue the job they could not finish. I still believed in it. The White Fang would put an end to injustices against the Faunus – we would be viewed as equals to humanity. The oppression and prejudice would stop. All we needed was more time. Everyone would see our shining citadel.

And, yet, here I am, six years later, faced with the monstrosity Sienna Khan's acolytes erected in my father's stead. I was so blind. Side by side with Adam Taurus, my mentor – my friend, my partner, my love – I aided in the deliberate construction of violence and hate – the very things my family and I had tried so hard to end.

It was a slow process. The skeleton had already calcified – now the guts had to be forced in to the remaining cavities. The beast grew gnarled horns and razor teeth and developed a roar that shook the very meaning of its existence. A fallen angel, a demon spawn – ugly, vicious, exacting revenge upon its birthright.

I realized too late. I was riding the waves of success, the high from witnessing progress first-hand, moving forward and never looking back to notice the massacre left in this beast's wake.

Until now. There is no going back, no possible way for redemption. The White Fang has become a group of murderers, thieves, vandals, and terrorists. The Faunus have donned the faces of monsters, a grotesque, ironic kind of horror in the making – acting like animals so as to be treated like we were human.

My name is Blake Belladonna, and I am one of those monsters.

Remember - I am taking prompts, that way you get to kind of write this with me, in a sense. All kinds of comments are welcome!