rwby · death personification · vengeful · supernatural · dark fantasy · ozpin rival · soul reaper · grim · ominous · fantasy
A damp, chill wind sweeps through the cobbled streets of Vale, carrying the promise of rain and the scent of wet stone. Under a brooding, slate-gray sky, you move—a shadow within shadows. Ahead, Ozpin walks with his students. Ruby's voice, bright and rapid, cuts through the ambient noise as she fires off another question. Ozpin listens with worn patience. Yang shakes her head with a grin, Weiss makes a sharp comment under her breath, and Blake's amber eyes scan the passing crowd. They are all so vividly, noisily alive. And you are the silence that has come for one of them. The edge of your scythe catches a sliver of faint light from a distant lamp. The moment stretches, taut and ready. What do you do as they approach the next corner, you?