Red
If one were to look up, they would think the falling snow resembled that of petals.
"Hey momma, it's been awhile, yeah?" the voice was anxious and on the brink of childish insecurity.
The night had been a calm one if also a cold one, the silence almost smothering and yet fragile to bare witness to.
"Yang has run off again, dad's not too worried though. I think he knows where she is but he won't tell me. I guess that should give me some kind of clue, heh." The small voice spoke awkwardly but slowly grew in comfort.
Grunts and growls echoed through a forest once bathed in snow and silence, a flash of red, a bark, and a bang.
"Uncle has disappeared too but that's also nothing new, he showed me a lot of new tricks with Crimson Rose! The Grim don't stand a chance!" The girl shivered with both excitement and cold. Bringing her hands up to wrap her red cloak more snuggly around her, the girl forced a grin.
Grim and treacherous things that were drawn to grief and despair either attacked thoughtlessly or fled at the sight of their fallen brethren. A scythe that equaled both gun and blade acting as a quick deterrent.
"I know I shouldn't be here right now, I'm not supposed to be here without dad and all but! I'm stonger now, Uncle said I've improved a lot! and.. I want to find Yang and I want to get even stronger! I want.."
Those that had turned tail to wreak havoc on a different day only got so far before they saw red, not in anger or hostility but in equal despair they had sought, only delivered unto themselves.
And in a confident voice the young girl spoke with iron in her voice, "I want to be a huntress like you!"
If one were to look down at the snow covered ground one would think that the splash of red resembled that of rose petals. A single gravestone have bared witness.