Sorry about the wait, I was on a road trip.
So in response to a certain comment i've looked back and seen some things that I'm going to try to better in my story.
I think that the detail with which I wrote my story could be bumped up a notch.
If you guys agree put it in your comments.
I will not be using a beta.
This story is to test how good my writing skills are alone.
The "Flash of Blondeness" was a mistake; Jaune's hair did turn black.
Jaune Arc ran till he could run no more.
His newly dark, hairy legs stretched horendouslly beneath him, making his strides longer. And his running speed faster.
He could hear the sound of clothes ripping, and when the hunter-in-training looked down, he saw his rib cage pressing against the skin of his chest, his sternum was forced out and down. Jaune felt and heard his growing organs sloshing down to fill the new cavity. As black, rich hair spread across the empty space of the boy, he felt that tingling feeling move up onto his face.
The crimson trunks sped past the changing hunter in training, but he paid no heed to them. He could hear his friends calling to him, but he paid no heed to them. He just needed to get away.
The strength of their calls gradually lessened as Jaune put more and more distance between him and his friends.
When he could no longer hear any voices the boy suddenly stopped and fell to the dry earth, his growing, stretching chest heaved up and down in jerky motions.
After resting he raised his head of above his chestplate, which had been forced to the side because of Jaune's sudden difference in chest size. To make sure that his friends were not following him, he looked around and sniffed the air. He could smell every bird, bug, and bat that lived within a mile. He also smelled something which evaded classification; that smell was everywhere.
"Huh, maybe this new form might help a little in fighting' he thought before another volley of pains shot through his body, "Ok forget what I just said, this SUUUUCKSSSS" he thought while writhing on the ground.
While Jaune was on his back he noticed something strange on the tree above him; there dark patches of fur EVERYWHERE.
In the clearing which the boy lay in!
On the ground, stuck to the trees, some even floated in the small pond to his right.
It looked as if some animal had rubbed up against everything in the clearing and some of its fur got stuck.
"What is this place" he thought aloud.
When he heard a soft mewl poke through the silence, Jaune stopped and searched for it's owner.
He was stumped as to what sound it was, when suddenly it came to him.
That was the sound of Grimm cubs; he remembered that because of a recording that Professor Port had played for the class once. He looked to the source of the sound; a small pile of the dark patches of hair.
Jaune slowly crawled towards it, but stopped when he saw two small, Beowulf cubs climb out of the rim of what appeared their nest.
Sure they were cute…okay, they were adorable. But Jaune knew that cubs brought more danger than any other beast.
Why; you may ask!
Because where the cubs were; the mother was always close by. A strange occurance in nature were the Beowolves, as the females never milked their young. But this forced the mother to go away from the nest and leave the cubs. However this only increased the mother's protective instintcs; like they knew of the increased danger that the cubs were put in when the mothers were forced to go forage for food.
And if a mother caught you anywhere near her cubs….say your prayers.
The cubs hobbled out of the nest on still new legs, and began to move over to the terrified, pained, and bewildered hunter-in-training.
The boy was frozen with fear; he shook in his tattered rags as he saw the Grimm move ever closer.
The two young Beowolves had just decided to find shelter on the hunter-in-training's lap when their mother just so happened to walk into the clearing.
Jaune looked up.
He thought only one word.
"Crap."
…
The gang of team RWBY and team JNPR; minus the J, gave out exsasperated sighs to each other. They all looked at each other and then at the footprints that littered the dry ground.
The small imprints formed a line that had continued at least a couple of miles into the forest before the two teams stopped.
And most likely went for miles past the point that the teams halted their pursuit of their friends.
Blake surprisingly spoke first;
"Hey guys, why don't we go back to the school; I'm sure that Ozpin has some way of finding Jaune."
Everybody didn't like the idea of stopping looking for their resident fool; although at first Jaune's personality was kind of annoying. Especially for the girls who had to put up with his somewhat humerous attempts to woo them.
Eventually they came to appreciate him and his personality, as everybody likes their friends.
However they all knew in their mind that trying to find Jaune, in his condition was a useless attempt.
They all turned their back to the trail and started to walk back through the suffocating forest to their rooms.
However one person turned back; something had caught Ren's interest.
The oriental boy kneeled to the ground, his brow creasing in thought.
He looked down at a handprint which had been laid down beside the trail of footprints; he guessed that that was a place where Jaune had tripped and had to catch himself. Based on how close it was to the trail and its small size for what it appeared to be.
It appeared to be the handprint of a Beowolf.
However Ren's wasn't given enough time to examine it further, as he heard the cry of a
Nevermore in the distance. He needed to get out of there.
…
Jaune simply sat there with a stunned/terrified look on his face as he stared at the female Beowolf who glared down at him.
He carefully pushed the two cubs off his lap, yet they just climbed back up.
He looked up at the mother, who's expression leaked pure hatred for the poor boy, and tried to back up towards the safety of the forest. But his retreat was stopped by a sting of pain that made the boy scream out at his belly, which he had buried his face in. It felt like his entire face was lengthening.
The two surprised cubs tumbled of Jaune's lap and onto the hard earth. They began to wail.
Both the human and the Grimm froze and looked at the cubs, then their gazes met midair.
Again Jaune thought only one word.
'Crap.'
The cubs pitiful cries turned the mother's rage into almost human hate for the enemy who had hurt HER young.
She attacked.
As soon as the Grimm's giant clawed hand began to move, Jaune moved as well. He jumped and sprinted to the edge of the clearing.
He never made it.
The Beowolf's claws easily broke through the nearly defenseless boy's thin jacket. Jaune could feel the hair that had spread to his back rustle in the warm, humid air. The boy fell the earth from the blow.
Large, gaping scratches ripped into the boys back.
"Ow" he gasped into the earth.
His back felt as if it were on fire.
Jaune lifted his hands to the new scars; briefly scraping over one.
He cried at the pain; obscenities flew from the boy as his anger grew. His mind was blank from the pain; he thought of nothing other than the pain. Thankfully something started to think for him.
"Rage"
"Kill"
"Hate"
… 'Destroy' looped through the boy's mind.
They roared louder than the biggest fog horn, and with more rage than you could imagine.
Suddenly he didn't care anymore; the fury put all of the previous "incidents" to shame.
Jaune no longer felt the pain.
…
He clentched his hands into fists; he could feel his torn jacket and pants fall to the ground as he stood up.
'Grimm or not' he thought as he straightened himself to his NEW, full height. About eight feet tall.
'Mother or no' he faced the surprised Beowolf.
"I WILL KILL YOU" he roared with a wrathful fury that forced the trees to shake.
He was angry and he liked it.
…
The boy started to approach the confused Grimm, who had never had a prey be so terrified one moment and so ready to fight the next.
About halfway to his destination, he stepped in a small puddle.
He absentmindedly looked down into it.
He screamed
"I-i-i—I'm a- I'm a gr—I'm a gri"
"I'm a Grimm" with the kind of fear that you could taste in the air!
I do not own RWBY.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter,
