RWBY Peter Port Tales by Platypus

Peter Port leapt into the brush and crumpled the branches beneath his heels. This felt like a day for adventuring, and the thought of finding a worthy challenge in the forest excited him. The sunlight faintly seeped through the trees, and the sounds of the woods filled the air as he made his way through. A young man of 28, Port felt like exploring the world outside his small hometown. He had grown up with the tales of brave huntsmen and huntresses, and what better way to make his own mark than to prove his worth in his own way? He thought this to himself, and moved onward in search of a challenge. He travelled several miles until he came to a clearing near a pond. The life of the forest was calming, but near the pond’s edge was a wounded deer. It had been in a fight with another buck, and was bleeding near the water and tending its wounds. Peter felt bad for what the young deer was going through, and wanted to help the animal. As he approached, his concern turned to fright as a Beowolf charged out of the thick brush and sank its teeth into the wounded deer, tearing its flesh to shreds and dousing Port in a spray of blood. Standing there frozen like a statue, Port watched as the Grimm devoured the deer in single, giant gulps. Though the creature provided no sustenance to the Grimm, it was merely the terror and misery that it truly fed upon. A split second later, Port realized what would happen next if he let his own dark emotions cloud his mind; the beast would then turn on him quicker and slaughter him just like the wounded deer. He slid his right foot backwards to dig into the ground, preparing himself for the eventual lunge by the Beowolf. As the Grimm did so, he grappled with the monster and tossed it back against a tree. The Beowolf slammed into the trunk, and after shaking away the impact, turned toward Port with blood still dripping from its jaws. Unarmed, Port knew that he could only kill or subdue this creature by sheer brute force. Attempting to run would only attract more Grimm and end in death regardless of his stamina. The Beowolf attacked once more, and Port was only slow by a small margin of error. He dodged to the left, but not before the Grimm had slashed its claws over his right arm and left a mark to his chin. Port winced at the blow, but smiled as the blood ran down his face. The contenders squared off for a deciding strike. The Grimm snarled and jumped with terrible ferocity. Port let out a mighty and deafening shout as he leapt towards it, catching the jaws of the beast in his bare hands, clamping down and forcing them shut. He wrapped one arm around the mouth of the Grimm and began to pummel the face as hard as he could. With astonishing strength, he kept the Beowolf in his grasp and let loose a barrage of strikes to the torso, face and anywhere he could land a blow. After well over an hour, he finally brought the Grimm to the ground and let go of its jaws when he felt confident that he was safe. The blood had begun drying over his body, and he collapsed next to the creature, laughing as he sprawled out on the forest floor. After recovering his strength, Port had a thought creep into his mind. He could bring the Grimm back as a trophy to his town, and earn the respect and admiration of everyone for his bravery and skill. He got up and hefted the Beowolf onto his shoulder, then slowly walked out of the forest carrying it over him. As the sun sunk low over his town, one of the outer guards saw him approaching, but feared it was the Grimm that was alive and devouring the man. Peter raised his other arm and reassured the guard that he had nothing to worry about. “Fear not, my good man! I have brought down this ferocious monster, and it will no longer terrorize our village again!” he exclaimed. The rest of the townsfolk emerged from the main square to gawk and amaze at the incredible feat the young Port had achieved. A few other guards brought a cage to keep the monster in for study, and everyone wanted to hear the tale of how he survived this encounter. A young boy watched from the distance of the crowd and was inspired to be as brave and strong as Port had shown to be. He swore to himself that he’d grow up to be tough, staunch and a fighter worthy of future legend. Port hadn’t seen it himself, but to a young boy in the crowd amid the others of onlookers surrounding the Grimm that was still breathing, one lesson had certainly been taught to him. Nobody had to die today.