Blake has some troubles with the addition to team RWBY.
Blake peered over the edge of the top bed, her ears shooting back at the eager whine that greeted her.
It was still there, that beast. Its stumpy tail wagged menacingly as it glared up at where she hid, its tongue lolling out of its mouth and drool dripping from his lips. Its ears were pointed to her, its black and white pattern letting it stand out.
With a low hiss that she didn't even try to conceal, she began to think up a way to get past the dreaded monster. She had learned by now not to underestimate its speed. Its paws may be small but its compact body could move faster than one would believe. Too fast to make running past it and option.
She threw a pillow at it, to no effect. The demon only ducked its head and shook the pillow off promptly, returning to its vigil beside her bed.
With another growl, she threw the blankets down on it, preparing herself to run as soon as the beast became trapped in them. To her dismay, the monster bolted out of the blanket's way, coming back to sit on them, its wide eyes still staring at her.
A resigned sigh escaped her, as her mind focused on what seemed to be her only option. She really didn't want to waste aura on something as tiny as this, but she had no choice. That thing was not getting near her no matter how much it wanted to.
Her eyes stayed peeled on the beast below her as she manifested one of her shadow clones, sending it as far away from the door as possible.
As expected, the little monster ran towards the clone, leaving Blake free to escape. She darted out of the room before the demon could follow her, not stopping until she was well away from the dorm room.
Looking back to check one final time, a smug smile overtook her as she strolled along, finally free to do what she desperately wanted to. Read a book in peace and quiet, nothing around to disturb her.
Just as she found a secluded bench to settle onto, an excited yip sent her jumping.
There it was again, the beast was barreling towards her at full speed, its dreaded tongue still hanging out of its mouth in anticipation.
Following her instincts, she dashed to the first hiding place she could find, a hiding place that may or may not have been a tree.
Clutching to a branch she glared back at the beast, who now sat at the base of the tree, staring up hopefully at her.
She gave it another hiss, her ears pinned back to reflect her sour mood.
Blake despised dogs. Especially the little terror that her teammates loved. They were to affectionate and got in her face far too often for her liking. They were loud and clumsy. And they just had to impose themselves on anyone they met. Truly despicable creatures.
And now she was trapped, again, the terror responsible for it looking as innocent as a snake beneath her.
Her day just kept getting better, didn't it?
I loved the tiny scene of Blake and Zwei in volume 2, because of course Blake doesn't like dogs. But i'd like to think she'd be at least tolerable towards dog Faunus, until they get to close to her personal space, then they're goners.