It was at times like this, when Pruim Lavandula stood above a vast forest, that she wished with all her heart for the ability to see in color. The Lavandula curse, was what she called it. Having been born into a race of Vampire Bat faunus, Prue was one among many who fell victim to this curse. It was well known, at least in the faunus world, that all individuals born of a bat species were at risk. Fifty percent of all bat faunus were born blind, fourty nine percent were born with the inibility to see in color, and the rare one percent who had no visual restrictions at all, were envied. Prue blamed her parents. Both of them being bat faunus who were the lucky one percent, they'd totally used up all the luck and made it so that Prue couldn't see the world as it naturally was. Everything was black... or white... or boring shades of grey. Even her semblance was void of color... She'd learned to live with it, but in a world where she was surrounded by color, and people who lived and praised colors... Prue felt denied her right to love them as much as others. 

Below her, she saw the wide expanse that was the Emerald Forest. She could tell it went on for miles from the way the grey mass of trees met with the dull white of the sky on the horizon. Even like this it was beautiful. One would never guess that this forest was teeming with the most evil of all creatures. With a shake of her head, she would clear her thoughts, ignoring the light bouncing from the curs in her hair. She would have to stay focused if she were to pass this test.

[color=#8E4560]"Focus. Remember why you're here Prue."[/color] she mumbled to herself. [color=#8E4560]"This is no time to be chasing rainbows. You [i]need[/i] to pass this test."[/color] 

As the headmaster explained the details of the initiation, which weren't very many, Prue listened carefully. She hid her surprise about meeting her teammates during this test, though it made her a bit more excited than she already was. Soon enough, she heard the sounds of the other students being launched off over the forest, one by one, and she couldn't help but laugh as a few squealed in fright. When her turn was coming, she used her middle finger to press down on a trigger that was on the underside of the handle to her metal handbag. As her weapon Obsidian Fang unfurled into its blade form, Prue had only a few seconds to stretch out her small wings before she was forcefully launched into the air and sent flying over the expanse of the forest.

She waited until she was no longer accelerating, but rather falling slightly, before she used her wings to keep herself airborne. The small wings flapped quickly to keep up with the rate at which she was falling, but after a few moments of trying, Prue felt it would be best to figure out another way to land. If she kept going like this, her wings would be too sore to use in combat. She allowed herself to glide down as she simply held her wings out to slow her descent. As she broke through the top of the trees, her bright red eyes spotted a large black figure below her. It was an Ursa. A Grimm. Grinning in a way that would make her fangs visible, she did a flip mid air and extended her sword out in front of her as she dove down and onto the beast. Obsidian Fang's sharp metal blade sunk into the Ursa's back like a hot knife in butter. Prue landed atop the beast and held onto the hilt of her sword as it thrashed around. 

[color=#8E4560]"I would stay a bit longer to play, but I'm afraid I'm in a hurry."[/color] she said, smiling playfully as she ripped the blade out of the beast's back. Doing a backflip, she fluttered away as the Ursa whipped around and tried to slash at her. Prue twisted the hilt of her sword and waited for it to change into its second form, waving at the Grimm with her free hand. 

[color=#8E4560]"Toodaloo~"[/color]

Bringing the large barrel of her weapon forward, she would channel the black flames of her semblance into the rocket launcher and fired a large ball of black fire towards the beast. The force of it caused a loud explosive sound as the Ursa was blasted back through bushes and a few small trees in the area, leaving a scorched trail on the ground. Sighing, Prue fluttered back to the ground and twirled her weapon around as it changed back into its sword form. She rested it against her shoulder and looked around her, not seeing anything else moving. 

[color=#8E4560]"Guess it didn't have any friends..."[/color] she thought as she started walking, picking a random direction to go in. She took a few steps before she heard something that sounded like footsteps approaching her. She gripped Obsidian Fang a bit tighter, only to be surprised when she saw a person, and not a Grimm. She wasn't sure wether to be relieved or disappointed.

[color=#8E4560]"Not that I needed the help, but you're a little late if you wanted to play the hero."[/color] she said, smiling at the boy.

[@The_written_John]