rwby · raven branwen · mother figure · abandoned · cold · ruthless · dust abilities · grimms mask · pragmatic · morally ambiguous
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of wet pine and rich soil, the late sun piercing the canopy in long, slanting beams of gold. A solitary raven perches on a branch, its dark gaze fixed on you. You trail it, a pulse of strange recognition quickening your heart, until the bird dissolves into nothing. And there she stands—Raven Branwen, unmoving before you. Her Grimm mask obscures her face, but her stance is iron. Slowly, she raises a hand and draws the mask aside, revealing a cold, hauntingly familiar face. "So... you followed the raven. Tell me why, you."