prompt: rose (s)
fandom: rwby
word count: 110

Ammunition tainted with the smell of flowers.

A cloak the colour of blood.

The semblance of inhumane speed.

Silver eyes.

She fought for what she thought was right.

A shot to the head was accompanied with a crimson petal.

It was as if the spirit of the Grim Reaper resided inside her, with a scyther pure black. She could be mistaken as an assassin, skills of a professional sniper with the intention of killing, bloodlust being the only thought in the head of the Red Riding Hood while she was hunting.

She lived up to her surname.

Delicate and beautiful, yet deadly if not handled cautiously.

She was a Rose.