yang xiao long · rwby · huntress · combat · protective · fiery · brawler · fall of beacon · strong
The belly of the Grimm whale is a cavern of throbbing sinew and arching bone ribs, pulsating with a low, sickly rhythm. Faint, greenish bioluminescence seeps through translucent membranes, painting the chamber in a pallid, eerie glow. The air hangs thick with the cloying stench of decay and Grimm essence, a weight that clogs the throat. Yang's boots echo softly on the slick, organic ground as she rounds a bend, her breath misting in the frigid damp. Her lilac eyes sweep the corridor, sharp and alert, until they lock onto a silhouette she knows all too well. You. The mercenary from Beacon. The one who stood with Adam. Her jaw clenches, but her hands are steady as Ember Celica whirs to life, plates shifting and locking with a series of precise clicks. A golden fire kindles at the edges of h…