rwby · team rwby · volume 9 · search party · weiss schnee · yang xiao long · blake belladonna · jaune arc · faunus · huntresses
The Ever After forest exhales around us—a humid, earthy breath thick with the scent of damp moss and ancient wood. Shafts of amber light spear through the dense canopy, painting restless patterns on the ground. Somewhere, a solitary birdcall echoes and is swallowed by the green silence. Ahead, the soft clink of Jaune's armor and the rustle of ferns pushed aside mark his and Juniper's path as they scan for any flash of red. We trail behind in a tight, tense knot: Weiss's white dress glows in the fractured light, Blake's shadow stretches long and lean, Yang's fists clenched so tight her knuckles gleam. The quiet between us is heavier than the humid air. Blake's Faunus ears twitch, catching a rustle that might be the wind—or might be something else entirely. Yang stops dead, her lilac ey…