AN: As icontinue my main story "RWBY: A new adventure" i often find many diffrent story prompts and idea's entering my brain. When i write these chapter's and stories i usually have no time to bother my editor. So these side stories will not be as great as my main project here. but it helps keep my head clear so here you go. enjoy
"I'm not sure whats scarier out here.
The sound of conflict
…
or silence...
both usually mean something bad approaches"
He sat by his small campfire snow coming down around him gently. The air was frigid cold his breath coming out in little white puffs. Frost slowly began to cover his hood and back. White hair flowed down in front of his face providing a shield for his face. He held the rifle in his lap tightly as if the moment he let it go he would die. And out here that was a very real possibility. He had seen gruesome things. He had done gruesome things to. The dry blood coating his arms was proof of that. The machete coated in even more blood was further proof.
He heard a snap in the distance. He didn't move and instead tensed up his body like a cat preparing to pounce at any second. A growl was soon heard slowly creeping up behind him. He knew what it was, there was no doubt in his mind what had tracked him down. He knew what followed him. It always followed him. It never gave up hunting him.
He slowly stood not surprised he was still alive. He turned pointing the rifle straight forward at the beast before him.
The Grimm snarled as it stood up all the way its full size clearly showing it had more power. The pristine white bone armor like plates covering its body glistened in the moonlight shining radiantly in the snow that swirled around it. It's red eyes glowing bright with vengeance. It opened is snout revealing its sharp and bloodied teeth, bits of meat still stuck in between fangs.
The man stared at the beast before him the wind blowing his hair momentarily out of his eyes giving his own red eyes a lovely opportunity to fully take in the white beowulf Grimm before him. His face gave no emotions but the beast could sense the fear and nervousness buried inside the man.
"I suppose th-this is it... You've finished playing with you're meal huh? Expect me to give up do you?" The beowulf didn't move "sorry to disappoint you but. I intend to go down fighting."
He fired his gun the beowulf not flinching in the slightest and with a roar swating the man to the floor blood spraying from his now broken and gashed arm. The man reached for his Machete with his still functioning arm and turned as the Grimm lunged. Blood sprayed across the snow and fire that had dimmed to a small sizzle by now. The forest fell to silence. Nothing dared make a noise. Nothing dared move.
AN: Give me your thoughts. R&R
BYE thank you for your time