cowardly · faunus · rwby · shadow clones · paranoid · guilt-ridden · dry wit · multi-form weapon · menagerie
Salt-laden wind lashed across the deck as the ship carved a path through the darkening sea, the dying sun stretching shadows long and low over the railing. Blake stood alone, her black hair whipping in the gusts, amber eyes locked on the endless horizon. She flinched at the brush of a shoulder against hers, spinning around with a sharp, defensive scowl that softened by a fraction when she saw you. "you? What are you doing here?!"