#blackplumed

     “    your family ------ where are they ?  why are they not with you ?    ”      genuine inquiry , curiosity a burning force that drives lips to part, and voice to slip forth.  general observation suggested that family held significant weight among humans, yet , raven's was not present , nor did she speak of them. 

   ❛ no !  no —- i’ll say when we’re out of time . ❜ eyes are steel. gloves ash dirty. his skin is scorched by flickering embers and crumbling wood but the pain bubbling in his stomach isn’t comparable to the would be blisters in later time. the scowl he presents the maiden is filled with absolute fury. even if his hatred isn’t directed at her person he shrugs her off as if she is nothing and gets back to work, tossing his mentor’s signature cane aside and raising one boot to kick in the planks of wood in an attempt to break them away to clear the path.

blackness engulfs him as ash rises from the ruins at his forced entry and yet, the fallen debris still stands in their way —- the burning building quickly being licked away by flames. and hope dwindling by the second. he knows he can’t save everyone and yet, despite knowing that deep down all is gone he tries. even if such choice is in denial of the obvious.

    ❛ there’s still people here – inside ! we have to…                                               ---- we can still save them ! i won’t let them die ! ❜

starters .

TAKE CAUTION. at least, that’s what the great wizard told him about raven branwen when beacon academy still towered over the city of vale. but without the light what hope there is is constantly weighed on the consequences of certain decisions; world ending choices that he luckily hasn’t had to make yet. but what he does know is what he’s been taught.

    and from what he’s witnessed, qrow’s sister is no person to pick a fight with in principal matters. what she asks of him at this point in time, however, is of trivial affair. the demand simply leaves him confused and questioning the other’s judgement. with his head slightly turning he side glances her, velvet gloves giving brown locks a scratch in an effort to rid of the internal itch caused by the dubiety.

                                                  ❛ —- thanks but, i think i’ll be fine. ❜

out of coffee. GET OUTTA MY INBOX RAY POTATO FRY. NO MORE FROM YOU. you had your positivity privileges revoked.