Grimm are not un-intelligent creatures.

No. I better way to describe them would be that they are creatures governed by their ferocity first, then their actual intelligence. They are not and never really were mindless.

They are still killers and they do kill many but that is in order to survive. Grimm feed off the negative feelings and emotions in the world. But the world doesn't have negativity to satisfy them on its own, so they must create more. Killing large groups of people can accomplish that rather well. Yet killing is actually a risky ploy for Grimm.

They need people alive to feel negative emotions but the best and usually most effective way to get there is to kill and cause havoc. Grimm are actually playing a dangerous game if one were to think about it.

That is why some species of Grimm have either learned or developed the ability to suppress their own ferocity and rely more on their intellect, or what little they have of it. The older some Grimm get, the smarter and more adaptive they become.

Even after these qualities, they are still ferocious beast of war and savagery. They kill without discrimination of race, gender or age which finalizes their status as one of the biggest threats to the people who live in this world.

It is that reason why a human could probably never live with them like say, a scientist can live with the wolves. Sadly, no one tells the world these things as the world likes to act on its own accord, with its own strange rules that can and usually screws over some unsuspecting people.

One of these people just happened to be a young child by the name of Zircon. He didn't know his name nor would he for years to come because being only half a year old, you didn't know much of the world so there is no reason to still call him that. A Grimm horde had attacked the town he was supposed to live in. They left people alive but the boy wouldn't know or really care about those who survived. Being a mere child did that. He lived but unlike others he couldn't escape.

So one would think that the Grimm would kill the baby and move onto the next town. No, because as mentioned before, the world doesn't always work on normal rules.

The boy was adopted in sense by one of the older Grimm, the Aplha of that Grimm pack. Maybe the Grimm would wait for him to grow up a bit too eventually torture him to feed himself. Maybe the Grimm was going to eat him when he grew older, as to wait for a bigger meal. No one would really know and neither would the boy. In fact whatever plan the Grimm might have had was completely demolished, when the kid eventually started to resemble those who had adopted him.

It doesn't make much scientific or logical sense but that's what happened. The boy began to grow, act, and even feed the same way Grimm did; off of negative emotion of the world around him. The Grimm just seem to accept him as one of them without so much as a second glance. He grew up with just as much or maybe more ferocity as they had. He was 5 when he seemed to grow the same sort of bone armor and claws that most Grimm had. It didn't seem to grow out of him like it did with Grimm but it just seem to appear there. He was 10 when he encountered his first huntsmen. It was a bad day for the pack when they encountered the huntsmen.

It was a rather large town. Not close enough to the city for it to be considered suburban but it wasn't far enough to be considered rural either. It was a simple attack, starting somewhere north of the town and spreading down wards. However half way into the attack on the town, the huntsmen appeared. The huntsmen managed to hold back the encroaching Grimm but not without trouble.

It was that day that the boy had killed his first huntsmen and acquired his first of many, disposable weapons. The huntsmen was taking out the group of Grimm when he saw the young boy coming for him. The huntsmen must have been confused because he didn't react right away to the kid jumping on him and ripping out his throat. Of course, having a young looking child in what looked like he was wearing a very un-convincing yet also convincing Grimm costume attack him in the middle of an attack would confuse anyone. Upon killing the huntsmen, the boy took the weapon. He didn't know how to use it like the huntsman did but any tool can be useful and even he, after his years of growing with Grimm, didn't not forget the power of tools.

That weapon didn't last long. The boy had broken it fighting another huntsmen. Even if he could figure out how the weapon worked, which he didn't, he didn't follow through with the upkeep a weapon would take for it last long. He fought many other huntsmen as he would continue to grow, taking their weapons and using them until they were merely scraps of what they used to be. He continued doing so for years and years. He had his fair share of close calls; almost being killed by a huntsmen blade on more than one occasion but using his own power and wits to escape and cheat death once again. And with every near death fight, he grew in terms of fighting ability and the ability of Grimm.

Grimm have an innate ability to sense the levels of aura from beings that have it at ranges that exceed just touch. Humans don't have said ability because, ironically enough, they have it themselves. They can unlock it from within others but the passive ability to just know where larger pools of aura are like the scent of smoke miles away from the fire is something lost to them. The boy picked it up after his third encounter with a huntsmen, finally understanding the reasoning for the pack usual dislike of engaging areas with larger aura pools. Larger aura pools meant, huntsmen. Huntsmen tended to be more trouble than they were worth.

At the 13th year of his life, the boy had fought another pack of Grimm for dominance. Grimm don't like other beings, yes, but they are also very weary of themselves as well. Grimm tend to have territories and if one pack intrudes on another, a sort of skirmish is decided who is in the wrong. The boy had been chosen to fight by the Alpha of his pack and he had won. He grew stronger from this as well.

Sometime during his 17th year of life however, is where things starting to take a turn. His pack had attack a large city that was heavily guarded and had quite a few huntsmen there. The Alpha had decided that they had sufficient numbers to at least put a dent in the cities defenses. They did more than that but they also lost a lot in the process. Most of the pack had breached the city and were running rampant, destroying, killing and maiming anything they could see. The boy was right alongside them when thing started to go downhill.

It seems that the army had been posted nearby as after what seemed like half an hour of maiming and destroying things, they arrived and began to butcher the Grimm. It was definitely more coordinated than the Grimm could ever be and it was effective as Grimm disappeared in clouds of ash everywhere. All accept the boy. Being not a Grimm, he couldn't die like they did.

As he killed the soldiers, they began to shoot him with something he had never seen before. These things didn't penetrate like the normal iron balls did. No, instead they stuck in his hide and stayed there. In fact they looked like flowers to the boy. It was strange. He could feel his body growing heavy like if he was going to sleep. But he didn't need sleep. Grimm were partly so efficient because they never slept and he had grown to be like them in that regard too. So why was he beginning to sleep now?

His body was feeling heavy but he kept going trying to take down as many soldiers before he eventually died like those of his pack. But with every new flower that seemed to land on his hide, the harder it became to move. He managed to claw one last soldier before eventually succumbing to the strange feeling of sleep he was so unaccustomed to feeling.

The boy didn't wake up from the sleep for a while although there were periods where he wasn't sleeping entirely. It was a strange feeling for him but then didn't stop his senses from working. He could still hear many things in his strange sleep like state. There were sounds. Lots of them and in long breathes too.

Talking. He remembered that it was something the non-Grimm did a lot. Grimm didn't talk, they just grunted, growled and puffed whatever needed to be said, there was a sort of telepathy to it. Never needing anything to be truly said as everything is just understood between them. Eventually after what seemed like 4 or 5 trips of floating between non-sleep and sleep he was able to hear what they were saying to a degree.

"Were taking him to the research facility in Vale. The science division thought it best to study the specimen there than here. Better equipment and the like."

He didn't understand any of it but that didn't matter to him. All he knew and needed to know was that there were people near him. He could taste their emotions in the air; pride, curiosity, hatred. They were alighting his senses and he could feel his body slowly adjust to whatever was keeping him down. However, he fell back asleep for a time. He didn't know why but maybe it was because he hadn't feed off any emotion in such a long time.

He finally woke up, this time to the full extent and began to take in his environment. He seemed to be in sort of rock with openings. The opening were small enough to so that he couldn't reach out of them but large enough for him to at least see outside the rock. What he saw and sensed caused him to tense up quickly. He saw many of the soldiers that attack him before he fell asleep. They seemed to be standing near or around the rock he was trapped in. What he sensed though was a very powerful aura pool nearby which made the hair on his neck stand on end.

The boy knew two things at that moment. He needed to escape the rock he was in and he needed to stay away from the large aura pool. However, getting out took priority and so he with a small roar he began to bang heavily on the cage.

"What the hell?"

"It's awake?!"

"How?! That's was enough tranquilizer to put several elephants down!"

"Does it matter how, just get more!" The soldier talked but the boy didn't listen, he instead tasted and feed off the fear they emanated and doubled his efforts to escape the rock. After some time, clouds started to seep into the rock the boy was trapped in. The boy didn't know why the clouds seemed to be falling in the rock but he understood that it was bad and tried harder to escape.

"Pump more in there! He's getting anxious!"

"We can't! We don't know much we'll need for the rest of the trip."

"We're pretty close by so we can spare the tranqs, just shoot more in!"

To late however as the boy, with one great roar, finally managed to break the rock from the inside. He immediately ran out of the rock and jumped on the nearest soldier, biting into his neck and feeling the blood gush from his wound. The soldier screamed in pain but the boy was already off of him running away from the other 3 or 4 soldiers that pointed their shooting sticks at him.

The boy broke through a door and found to more soldiers sitting down, doing some weird thing with their limbs. One of them turned around to see what the noise was but the boy ran up and slashed a claw over his chest, killing him with how deep the cut was.

The other solder cried out in surprise and fear and the boy feed off the negativity he extruded. Just before he could kill this soldier too however, something attached to his arm and pulled him back with force. It was the huntsmen.

The huntsmen seemed to be holding some stick that didn't shoot things out of it but instead attached to people. The boy wrestled for freedom of his arm but the huntsmen was strong. The boy thought with ferocity and decided that instead of freedom from him he should get him to close the distance and pulled on the stick will all his might.

The huntsmen must have not expected this because he stumbled forward and the boy tried to claw at him. But he couldn't as he free arm seem to be caught by the other soldier. The boy violently threw the soldier and he hit the strangely invisible wall behind him and landed hard on the blinking rock below him. As he landed on the, the ground leaned heavily to the side and the boy felt like he was falling. The huntsmen tried to bring the boy in closer and attack him but the boy roared in defiance and attack back.

"Mayday! Mayday! Ship coming down! I repeat! Ship coming down!"

The boy had managed to get in a good swipe on the hunter before the whole world around him turned black and red.

…

"It's such a peaceful day." Weiss said to no one in particular. Classes had just finished for the day and the team had decided to go get lunch together. They were walking towards the cafeteria at the moment.

"Yeah. It is." Ruby agreed as she led the small group, "Maybe we can have lunch outside!"

"Hey, there's an idea I can get behind." Yang agreed, "Chilling in the sun, eating lunch. Relaxing. Maybe I can take a nap."

"You just took a nap," Weiss said in a slightly exasperated tone, "You somehow managed to sleep through Prof. Port's class again. I don't understand how you are even passing the class with amount of time you spend asleep during it."

"Hey, that was a light nap!" Yang protested.

"You didn't notice the fact that Ruby had managed to construct a small tower of textbooks, using your head as a base." Black sad calmly yet poignantly. Yang turned to her sister with a question glare to which she responded with a shy and hopeful smile that Yang didn't buy for a second.

"Honestly. If you slept any harder, you would have started snoring." Weiss complained.

"Even Jaune managed to wake up before the end of class." Black agreed with an almost inscrutable smile.

"I doubt that!" Yang cried out indignantly.

Weiss, while still slightly angry at her teammate's ignorance of the class and her standing within, couldn't help but chuckled a bit at her incredulity. She was about to comment on Jaune and his better grades to further jab at her partner but before she could a loud, crackly voice was heard over the courtyard of Beacon.

"Mayday! Mayday! Ship coming down! I repeat! Ship coming down! Evacuate the area! I repeat! Evacuate the area!"

The team all turned simultaneously to see a large airship heading for the ground in front of them.

"Run!" Ruby yelled and speed out of the way of the crashing vehicle. The rest of the team followed her example, all of them running for an area that was not in the airship's landing plan. With a heavy crash and scrapping, the ship landing on the ground, crashing into the wall that team RWBY was just in front of moments ago.

After the ship stopped it slowly and loudly fell over on its side. The team looked at the crashed ship and they all wondered on different levels what was the reason for the ship's sudden crash on Beacon's courtyard. Ruby was the first to voice her idea, "Should we check for people inside?" She was tentative in saying that as it was hard to believe there would be many after that kind of crash.

"I think we should at least check." Weiss agreed, just as tentative as her leader and partner.

Before any of them could move however, a loud, metallic thud emanated from the ship. They froze, waiting for something to happen. Another thud was heard. Then another. The last metallic thud also came with a metal tear sort of sound as the side of the ship was broken up and being jumped out of the hole that it had just created.

Weiss was unsure on how to describe the being. It looked like a young man with a very wire-y build but he didn't look normal in the same sense that she was normal for a human being. The young man looked as though he was wearing a sort of hide of an animal that had pitch-black fur. He also seemed to have bony protrusion in a similar fashion to how Grimm did, with them sticking out of his forearms and legs. If anything it looked like he was dressing up as one in a very convincing fashion as he even seem to have red over his claws and mouth. He had claws which was something that no matter how you looked at it was baffling as they weren't the same claws one would see on a Fannus either. These were claws you saw on reptiles or birds, massive and hooked. There was even a mask like thing covering most of his face very similar to Grimm.

The young man looked around hastily, as if looking around for something before jumping down from the ship, landing on all fours and sniffing the air. After sniffing some more and looking around again, he zeroed in on team RWBY.

"Um… Are you ok?" Ruby asked the man. Instead of responding the man seemed to pounce for the team, with a crazy looked in what they could see of his eyes. The all recoiled away but before he could get any closer than a foot to them, he flew into a wall and slammed against it with such force that it caused to break.

"Children! Are you alright!?" A voice called to them. They turned to see Prof. Goodwitch running to meet with them with her riding crop out. She had a worried look on her face but it was slightly relieved upon knowing that the children were safe.

"W-w-were fine now. Thank you Prof." Weiss managed to say after the surprise of the man attack them wore off.

"That guy tried to attack us!" Yang cried in incredulity.

"Yes. It seems so. But the better question is why?" Goodwitch said as she turned to face the man. He was already up and shaking off his pain. He gave another low growl as he flung part of the broken wall towards them. Goodwitch flicked her crop at the encroaching object and it soared away from the group. She realized to late however that this had seemed to be a diversion tactic as the man was not running on all fours away from them and towards the forest. Goodwitch was about to write the man off and tend to the care of the students before an urgent voice called, "Don't let him escape!"

She turned to see a man getting out of the crashed air ship, lipping in the direction of where the young man was fleeing. She nodded and used her semblance again to force him to come this way. The force pulled him closer to them but that didn't seem to stop him as he continued to attempt his escape. This time Goodwitch aimed her force downward attempting to force him to the ground but it seemed as though he was resisting the force now. He turned to her and rage could been seen from the eyes as clear as day and she added more pressure. He was affected by the increase but seemed to get accustomed to it fast as he began to take steps closer to her.

A glyph appeared before his feet and he seemed to be unable to move again. Goodwitch turned to see that Weiss was attempting to assist her in keeping the man down with the force by adding her own semblance to the mix. Now he was definitely unable to move as shown by his struggle to lift his arm up forward to move. The other man that had just gotten out of the ship, took out a small gun and began to shoot the feral man. The gun seemed to be a tranquilizer as the dart imbedded itself into the next of the young man. After unloading the whole clip into him, the man saw that the effect was only minimal and advanced upon the feral boy.

The moment he was in reach, the man smashed the gun into the young boy's face and he fell, unconscious to the ground. Everyone let go of the breath the seemed to be holding and both Goodwith and Weiss released their semblance.

"Sir, were you part of the ship carrying this man?" Goodwitch asked as she walked up the man, offering her hand for assistance.

"Yes." He said with a sigh, "Or what left it anyway."

"May I ask, then, what or who this person was? He seemed to be a dangerous individual, carrying him over Beacon air space seemed like a risky position." She asked.

"That's why we brought him to Vale. We don't know what he is." The man said as he waved her hand away to instead pull out a cigarette.

"What do you mean? He looks pretty human." Yang said as she inspected the young, feral boy.

"Yeah. He is human." The man elaborated. "We just don't think he's all human."

"Why?" Blake asked as she also inspected the body.

"He seems to be a Grimm. Or at least part Grimm."

OK, yeah. This is something you have probably seen a lot here on this page.

The whole 'Person who can turn into a Grimm!' Thing is pretty well and through the over done category.

However, I feel as though maybe this one is different enough to warrants its existence. I don't want to go with the 'Guy who turns into a Grimm' but go for the 'Man who just is a Grimm'. I feel like this could be a lot more interesting because people haven't explored Grimm enough. At least in my experience (I haven't read every piece here so I can't say that with certainty), people like the idea of turning into grim more than just being a Grimm.

What isn't cool about being a Grimm!?

-Probably the fact that you are the Storm Troopers of the RWBY universe and you are apparently as durable as a wet tissue.

-The fact that most of the main cast are going to hunt you down and attempt to stuff and mount you on a wall (Looking at you Port!).

-The idea that you really one have one mode which is 'KILL KILL KILL KILL'.

OK, so being a Grimm isn't the best idea but it can open up some interesting idea if you want to go from their perspective. Which is was I decided to try the Tarzan angle with this approach. Someone who was raised by Grimm, effectively turning you into a killer who lives only to kill and satiate your own blood-lust, who has ties to the human world and can, if treated and pushed correctly, come back to the more human society.

Anyway, I have rambled on a bit too much. Comment on your criticisms, ideas, grips, personal issues, psychological trauma and other things in the comments.