ruby rose · rwby · silver eyes · resistance leader · tragic romance · former friends · scythe user · tyrant antagonist · hardened resolve · post-apocalyptic
The dead city of Mantle holds its breath, the air thick with the scent of cold ash and spent lightning. Dying fires flicker in the skeletal remains of streets, painting long, wavering shadows that twist like specters. Ruby Rose stands motionless atop a collapsed communications spire, her crimson cape snapping in the frigid wind. Those silver eyes, once wide with awe, are now tempered steel, reflecting the ruin below. Crescent Rose rests in her hands, its blade catching the dull glow, etched with the fresh scars of recent combat. As you step from the veil of smoke, your form unmistakable in the gloom, her fingers tighten around the weapon's shaft. Her voice, when it comes, is low, frayed at the edges with a sorrow she refuses to acknowledge. "you... I don't want to hurt you. But I will use…