Rwby Winter Schnee Novels & Stories

Inevitable as snow. ~~~

Wearing a see-through white dress that seemed meant for indoors only, she carried a thicker wave of the scent that was heavily rested in the room. “It's okay sweetie,” Scarlett hushed, “don't get worked up. It's me, Scarlett.” she stooped to ruffle Winter's mane on approach making her aware of the fact that she was in wolf form at the moment. She hadn't noticed the shift taking place on her way down the stairs.

Anatashi instructed. "If you can't control being a complete wolf, don't do this. Rex found out that melding like that is euphoric, like lightning in his veins. Winter used to tell me that how he felt until he got used to it, then it was as easy. As easy as drawing breath." Anatashi rose from her seat, silently walking away. Moon saw the tiredness radiating from her and elbowed Kai, "Go help your mate. You can meet up with us later. You and she need each other right now. Go." Moon pushed him.

It’s possible Valen is trying to make this all special for me and show how serious he is about doing this because I’d be lying if I hadn’t half-expected him to back out of this. We head to the backyard. It’s cold now, but the snowy winter hasn’t started. Seasons last for several months. Thankfully, winter is usually only a couple of months where it’s really cold, snowy, and icy. Not that it’s too big of a deal for us werewolves, but I don’t like the cold. I don’t care that I have crimson to keep me warm, I rather have the warmth of summer than the hard cold of winter.

But the white particles flowing through my windows aroused my curiosity. I rose and walked out on the balcony despite my feeble body. I extended my hand and let one snowflake fall on it. The first snowfall of the season has arrived. The sight was breathtaking, but what bothers me is the notion that it will be a heating season soon. The worst season for a mateless werewolf. "Aria!" My attention was quickly drawn to the knocking on the door. The voice sounds like Mysha. I sighed once more before walking to the door.

I said again, but this time with annoyance. “Fine, I'll tell Rai to go in,” Winter said. “But you need to drop that protective attitude; the chimeras are very sorry for the situation. Give them a chance; they want to be Snow's best allies.” Aitor nodded and walked out of the tent in embarrassed. “Snow is the one who decides everything,” I said immediately. “Tell Rai to come over.”

It hadn’t felt that cold earlier. Laying my head back against the window, I couldn’t even feel excited about the snow. It was my favorite but all I could do was close my eyes and wish that everything would just go away. ‘Winter, don’t give up. Wake up. Stay strong. Please. He’s coming, Winter. Don’t worry, he’s coming for you.’

*Winter* The air was thick with dread, a palpable tension that clung to me like an unwelcome shroud. Each strained breath felt heavier than the last, weighed down by the ominous atmosphere surrounding the Whispering Reef. Walking side by side with Aaron, I couldn't shake the prickling sensation on the back of my neck. Was it just the chill of the winter air, or was there something far more sinister lurking just out of sight? The trees loomed tall and twisted, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers against the bruised sky, casting everything in an unsettling shade of gray.

Once the soft sound of the door closing was heard, she grabbed her coat, put on her slipper boots, and as quietly as possible, walked out into the garden. It was quite cold outside since it was mid-winter. Even though the air was cold and the wind blowing seemed to have the power to make one's ears and nose fall off, it rarely snowed. However, tonight was different. Ryder didn't know when it had started snowing, but when she walked out in the garden snowflakes fell on her nose and cheeks and melted immediately almost as if they were tiny cold kisses sent by the wind. Even though the delicate snowflakes melted the second they touched the ground, the scenery was still beautiful. Maybe because

Then she scooped up snow and retaliated. A full-blown snowball war erupted in the middle of a gunfight scene. Sebastian sighed. “This is exactly why Christmas is a mistake.” “You’re not having fun,” Nyra said, ducking another snowball. “I am not supposed to enjoy this,” he grumbled. “You are,” she replied simply. By mid-afternoon, the attackers had scattered—or at least retreated far enough. The snow was trampled, everyone was wet, and Noelle had somehow created a small snow fort. Sebastian, exhausted, sat inside it with Nyra crouched opposite him.