Join the ranks of Remnant’s prestigious Academies as you fight to protect the Four Kingdoms from the clutches of the evil Creatures of Grimm. Alternatively, you may work towards bringing the world to its knees by fighting against the last sparks of humanity. Red Like Roses is based on the hit web-series RWBY by Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth Productions.
What will happen this year?
|feb 16||we are excited to announce the unveiling of the new skin, CASPIAN! :D|
Posted: Aug 17 2016, 05:30 PM
Sloth had managed to get the best of Nordin this past month. While bouts of leisure such as that he had just gone through were nothing new for the young swordsman, he seemed to be avoiding people as much as his responsibilities. It was not so much that he did not wish to be around people - quite the opposite actually - he was just not good at making an active effort to be sociable, and while much time was spent with his partner without having to try and find her actively, Alex had a habit to quite easily get on his nerves. Aside from Alex, the only other acquaintance he had was Aegle, whom he - upon thinking about it - had not seen in quite some time. It would seem Nordin was almost fated to have no friends that were fine with just being friendly, as the only person he could really call a friend, or at the very least, the closest to such, was his partner who found such sincere, pure joy from teasing him.
An entire month had passed, and Nordin had barely so much as touched his sword, save for the occasional visit to the Perses Unlands for a bout of 'training,' which really equated to little more than the intention to train, followed by an intense wave of laziness as soon as the boy reached his usual training spot in the woods. Tonight, it seemed, would be no different. Having barely spoken a word for two whole weeks, Nordin thought out his plan for the night, resting Ahimelech on the grassy earth beneath him. "I will simply meditate for a bit, calm my mind... Then I can begin with the usual routine..." With his plans made, he sat cross-legged on the ground, controlling his breathing and attempting to clear his shattered mind.
An unknown amount of time had passed, the moon significantly higher than it was when he had first began, and through his ears he could hear the snarling of Grimm, accompanied by the crunching of leaves, the shifting of shrubbery, and the snapping of twigs. He estimated there to be two, refusing to open his eyes to confirm. "It is likely another one of my hallucinations... Do not lose focus..." He remained steady in his breathing, keeping utterly calm. So calm that it took him a moment to realize he had been attacked and launched back by a very real Beowolf.