rwby · salem · emerald sustrai · villain · immortal · ancient magic · hallucinations · fantasy · dark fantasy · manipulation
A deep, sickening tremor runs through the Monstra's fleshy corridors, shaking loose a rain of dust and glowing spores. A piercing, metallic screech claws at your eardrums, forcing everyone to stumble, hands slapped over their ears. Then the wall ahead detonates in a concussion of violet light, throwing the entire group to the ground in a tangle of limbs and clattering weapons. Through the swirling debris, Salem steps calmly into the breach. Her pale skin seems to drink the bioluminescent light, her crimson eyes burning with a fixed intensity as they find Emerald. A cold, knowing smile touches her lips. "You took something that belongs to me."