[color=ed1c24][h1]Rowan D. Valinn[/h1][/color]
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Rowan watched the boy empty the waterlogged boots onto the forest floor. The fish that somehow managed to fit into the boot did not seem too fond of its change in environment, so it wobbled its way back into the creek. The blonde boy, Rood, re equipped his boots before standing up and drying off his hair. One unlucky water droplet found its way onto his glove, where it quickly sizzled away after coming into contact with the Dust-infused cloth.

Rood inspected him, no doubt taking into account his smaller size. It was commonly where most of his conversations started, which got old very quickly. As if on cue, the half-naked giant commented on his size. Pipsqueak, half-pint, munchkin, and in this case, small fry. He had heard them all countless times before. A smile crept onto Rowan’s face.

“You know, you don’t have to be so [i]Rood[/i], man.” His smile turned into spurts of giggles. In his mind, he was the funniest thing since Grimm puppet shows.
 
Rowan mindlessly followed Rood, paying no attention to the direction they were going. He had to nearly jog in order to keep up with his much longer strides. Rowan looked over his newly acquired partner as they walked through the forest. His choice of attire was certainly unique, but beyond that, he knew nothing of the man that was going to be his partner for the next four years. 

“So, Rood, mind sharing what kind of figh-” 

A deep, vibrating growl emanating from behind him interrupted his question. Rowan turned around, only to be greeted by the face of an Ursa. The beast was nearly three times Rowan’s height. Its body was covered in patches of thick, white bone that served as armor. The creature’s red eyes struck fear into even Rowan’s eyes, no matter how many times he had encountered them. The Grimm were truly terrifying. 

But, Rowan was trained to overcome this fear. Rowan wasted no time with his opening strike. He quickly closed the distance between him and the beast. Rowan struck first, landing a blow that exploded on impact. The beast’s step never faltered. He swung with his massive paw, easily swiping Rowan to the side. Rowan’s Aura took the brunt of the hit, but he was still stunned from the impact with a rather large tree. The Grimm’s reach had often proved to be a problem with his aggressive and up close fighting style. He struggled to get in close enough to effectively neutralize his targets. 

Nevertheless, Rowan rose back to his feet, dusting off his coat. This time, it was the Ursa’s turn to close the gap. The beast rushed head first at him. Rowan cocked his arm back, ready to break the creature’s skull open. 

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