When they showed up in V7, what happened? RWBY+Co decided they didn't trust Ironwood, so they landed in Mantle illegally and got arrested. We're meant to believe that Ironwood is evil because he failed to trust, but between Ironwood and Ruby, he was the only one showing any. “Sing!” Spit flew to her face like venom with the roar, the tone reverberating through the ground, shaking in her knees.

What’s a fate worse than death? She wondered and swallowed at the thought, her breathing picking up its pace. But those eyes had her quaking, those sharp slitted eyes that seemed to hold her soul in a chokehold, full of cultivated knowledge, merciless, red like wine, red like blood, red like hell.

And his skin was not golden like the rarity found in the mountain halls, but tan like sand, and his hair was only a shade lighter, nothing alike the mane of the sun. Yet, what looked at her was no dragon, no… it was a man, a boy. The girl furrowed her brows and looked up, her bottom lip visible quaking. “Sing.” He said again, the sharpness of the demand sending a shiver to travel down her spine as it was accompanied with a growl too much like the sound of thunder to be called human. “No excuses.” His foot shifted in the mud, talons somehow growing longer as they impaled the ground, indicated he leant in closer.

He could shred trees with those wings, he could slice oceans apart, he could probably part the mountain, head in the heavens and roots with hell, the bridge that had stood for thousands of years, singlehandedly torn open by that great monster conquering both sky and earth as though they gave him life. Greater then roofs, sweeping the sky as though he could pluck each and every star from the welkin, stud himself with them if he so wanted to, or swallow them if only to breath the light onto earth. But the wings… the wings are what had her falling to her knees, skin bitten by gravel. And the talons, curved and shiny, black as night, digging into the gravel by his feet, treating the soil as though it were as thin as the air. Teeth long and sturdy like the jagged rocks of the tunnels, dripping not with water as they did in the caves but with blood and guts and torn clothes. Scales sharp and silvery like mica on the mountainside, ruby-red eyes as though soaked with blood. In fact, there came a point in the middle of the fray she was certain she was dreaming as she stopped to eye the great golden mass in front of her. She’d been dreaming of things lately, and as death as well as dust and ash and blood settled and seeped into the mud around her, she couldn’t help but feel as though she’d seen it all before.

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