Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140718021119

Most people would attribute walking in any sorts of woods suicide, even the ones close to Beacon. After all, the Emerald Forest was just beyond a cliff, not to mention that no matter where you were, there were some form of Grimm. Even if they were thinned out near the prestigious Academy, there were still plenty. Meaning at one point or another, you'd have to fight.

Then again, that's exactly why the young mercenary was out here.

''I swear to god, if I have to put up with one more of Port's self absorbed lectures, Beacon's going to down one narcessistic fatass. ''

He growled, tilting his head up to look at the darkening sky. They had the weekend off, and the students were pretty much free to do what they wanted. Looking for something to kill probably wasn't what the instructors thought, though. Regardless, the teen christened 'Winter' was on a warpath. And the bared blade in his hand was baying for blood. 