RWBY: Nature's Wrath - Blake Intro

She would never admit it to anyone, but Blake was a hateful person. She hated how Faunus were still mistreated despite promises of equality. She hated how White Fang dissolved from a bridge attempting to connect her race to humanity to a sword that punishes the latter for what they did to the former. But most of all, she hated herself. She hated the fact that she was a coward, she hated how her past came back to haunt her, and she even hated her semblance, which reflects on said cowardice. But at the same time, it fit Blake's character perfectly: a coward who always runs the moment things get heated.

"No one can know that I'm here," she said, looking at her scroll, then turned her gaze to the ocean. "I have to do this on my own, no matter what it takes."

She drew her arm back and tossed her scroll into the ocean, never to be recovered again. 

"I can live with the fact that she'll never forgive me," she said solemnly. "She can hate, for all I care. But if I can defeat him and weaken the White Fang's moral, then she can hate me until her last breath. She'll hate me... but she'll live."

Blake walked away from the docks, her resolve failing her with each step she took. She kept telling herself that she alone must face Adam, but the feeling in her heart greatly disagreed with her, and it only grew each time she said it. 

"I will stop him," she said.

"Stop who?" a voice called out. Blake instinctivly drawed her weapon, preparing to defend against whoever may try to attack her.

"Who's there?" she said, looking around. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around, only to be met with an elbow to the face. Luckily, her semblance kicked in before the hit could connect.

"Oh, that's a shame," the voice said. "I was hoping I was able to knock you out."

Blake got a good look at her would-be assailant. She had a slender figure with short blue hair and yellow eyes. She wore a gray jacket with a fox decal on the back, black shorts, gray stockings with tears in them and black boots that are lined with faux fur. Aside from her gloves and scarf, the women had a black mask covering her mouth, which also had a fox decal.

"I'm pretty sure that you should introduce yourself first," the woman teased.

Blake scowled and pointed her weapon towards her. "Why would I give my name to a total stranger? You could be tracking me for all I know."

"What? Oh." The woman started to laugh a little, confusing Blake. "Oh, I see how it is. Don't worry, I'm not affilated with the White Fang, nor do I intend to join those maniacs."

That did little to clear her suspicions. Well, to Blake, at least. "I'll ask again. Who are you?"

The woman sighed. "Hey, if you're not gonna tel me your name, then I'm not telling you mine."

Blake had to admit, she had a point. 

"Another thing, you may want to watch your back. Just because your off the grid doesn't mean they can't track you anymore."

Hearing those words made Blake's blood run cold. Was it true what this woman said? Can she still be tracked despite her destroying her scroll.

"What makes you say that?" she asked cautiously.

"Well, spies come to mind. There is also the matter of tracking your movements and where you last rested. This is basic knowledge if you're trying to track someone."

Every nerve in Blake's body yelled at her to run, somewhere where this woman wouldn't be able to find her. She claims she has no affiliation with the White Fang, but she can't be too sure. Since the fall of Vale, they have gained momentum and new members were arriving in droves, ready to "take back" their place in the world.

"Why should I believe what you're saying?" she said.

The woman shrugged. "You don't have to. Of course, it will be your undoing."

She began to walk away, but turned back to Blake once more.

"I do, however, have one bit of advice that you need to hear."

Blake stared at her warily, but let her speak.

"The Moonslice may appear to be unstoppable, but like any other power, it has a huge flaw."

Her eyes widened. There was a weakness in the Moonslice and this woman knew about it? It was almost unbelieveable.

"Sure, it also the user to cut through aura like a hot knife through butter, but here's where the irony kicks in."

Blake listened closely.

"The user of the Moonslice needs a high amount of aura to execute the move. That's all there is to it."

The woman jumped onto a rooftop and quickly moved out of sight, leaving Blake alone. Truth be told, she was still having trouble believing the words she has heard.

"The user needs a high amount of Aura... how do I know she's not lying? She could be a spy, for all I know."

She sheathed her weapon and started walking. 

"Looks like I won't know unless I try."