This is a retelling of the regular story of RWBY, with my OC. I'm gonna try my best to keep the characters as natural as they are. With that, let's get to reading.
Diclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any of the characters.
Forgotten memories
Chunk.
Chunk.
Chunk.
The snow fell heavily in the green forest, effectively turning into a white snow-land. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of crunching snow under a heavy boot. The crouching figure was draped in a full-body cowl, revealing nothing about his appearance as he slowly advanced into the deep forest.
Steam rose from his mouth as he released his breath, sucking in chilling air from in front of him. He advanced forward with no weapon, his hands and feet hidden under the cowl at all time. After another few hundred feet of walking in the cold wasteland of snow was nothing new to him.
In the distance, his target was finally spotted. A large, black beowulf with white symbols covering it's fur, and black symbols covering it's extior bone plates: the pack leader.
In the Grimm world, pack leaders are chosen through infighting. Even then, beowulf pack leaders are rarely chosen, since they infight regularly. But this beowulf was different. Larger, bigger, with more bone plates than usual. He was a terrifying presence to students of the four kingdoms, especially when they didn't know they existed in the first place.
The large Beowulf walked through the tree line, stalking something the cloaked figure couldn't see. As the creature of Grimm was distracted, this seemed like the perfect time to strike.
As the Grimm stepped forward, so did the figure. He took longer strides than usual, standing taller than a crouch at this point. He slowly advanced on the Grimm, taking advantage of the creatures need to slowly walk forward when hunting. As he neared the large beast, he slid his sword out from under his cowl and held it behind him, backwards in his hand, the tip reaching out from his shoulder, standing near the height of his head.
Out of nowhere, the Grimm leapt at what seemed like nothing, growling as it did. It made contact with a large white figure, sinking it's claws into a soft bodied creature, causing it to stir and scream in pain. The two creatures rolled in the snow, throwing it everywhere, as the beowulf was clearly in control of the fight.
As the beowulf bit into the white creature, it retaliated by kicking the beowulf off its body, showing the fresh red wound of claws and teeth, blood rolling down its white fur. As it stood up, it was shown to be a tall, white beowulf, belonging to a pack of scouts. It took off running, anywhere to get away from its experienced attacker.
No reason for stealth at this point, the cloaked figure dashed forward, throwing up snow in all directions. He quickly slid his blade in between the bone plates of the stunned beowulves soft body, just before it realized what had happened. He ripped his now-red blade from the body of the howling beowulf. A large hand swept him to the side, smashing him through a tree and causing him to roll through the snow, tossing it everywhere as he dug into the snow.
He layer there in the snow for what seemed like hours before his eyes closed and he finally blacked out.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing in the snow again. But when he looked around, there were no trees. Only buildings in the distance, over a cliff. As he approached the edge of the cliff, a small tombstone slowly came into view. He knelt at the small rock and put a hand on the cold, flat surface. He slid his hand down the face of the stone, and words slowly formed:
Summer Rose
Well, there it is. I hope you enjoyed the 'pre-'chapter. Make sure to comment and leave a follow if you're waiting for more. This is going to be updated on a weekly basis. I'll get to chapter one right away.