So this is my first story on this site, and it is an idea I have had floating around my head for quite some time. It is mainly just the adventures of RWBY characters in the Monster Hunter World setting, with backgrounds and such to match, so do not expect for the story to have much in line with the actual show. And try not to murder me to hard, though constructive criticism is never a bad thing.

I do not own Roosterteeth

or the rights to RWBY

or Capcom

And may Monty Oum be forever unbound by death

The fractured moon's soft light danced atop the fog that had settled over the cracked and moss infested cobble that made up the top of a long abandoned spire. A figure draped in a hooded red cloak lay prone on the ground, black iron chain making up the leggings underneath the black, reinforced combat skirt. Her blouse was form fitting, doing well to match the ensemble of red and black. Her combat boots matched the pallet as well, their toes digging between two stones to brace her small figure. From what one may ask? The massive device her silver eyespierced the scope of, whose butt settled itself almost naturally in the crook of her shoulder. It was easily the length of her body, with a single barrel from which protruded four curved blades attached in an X pattern on the barrel. The bottom pair of blades acted as a bipod for the heavy caliber rifle. To her it was fondly named Crescent Rose, though most others recognized it as it was, a Heavy Bowgun (The term bow gun used liberally),

A slight breeze blew through the area, her red tipped brown bangs swaying ever so slightly from beneath the hood, yet she remained still. This was far from the first time she was in this position, yet it could very well be her last. You see, she was atop this misty, man-made plateau because she is on a hunt, or rather she was but we'll get to that later. Most would wonder, after hearing the vague statement, what it was that she was hunting. The answer is fairly simple, for she was hunting monsters. A monster, to be exact, that had been the terror of many hunters, even some of the greatest of the past, and the way it was going, even more in the future. While unseen in the fog, the bodies of her teammates lie scattered around the cobble. From her sister, her best friend/lover, and her teammate who was essentially another sister.

The slight breeze that was passing through lulled to a stop, leaved only her misted breath to disturb the stillness in the fog. She slowly reached to a pouch strapped to her outer thigh, retrieving from it a large caliber round whose length was greater than that of even her own hand, and as silently as she could, inserted it into the side of Crescent Rose. Stealth, or be it luck in this case, was rarely on her side, and closing the opening for the round released the soft chime of metal striking metal. In the dead silence provided by her surroundings, it rang louder than thunder, forcing her to catch her breath. For a moment nothing, and short as it was, it lulled her into relief. As soon as she released her held breath a scaled object moving almost to fast for her eyes to track swept her weapon away, and a charge from its owner sent her to the edge of the plateau. Her hands scraped across the cobble until they grasped at the platforms edge, her calloused hands slightly torn. She glanced downwards, with the base of the spire hidden from a mix of the towers height and the passing clouds. She quickly force her vision upwards to face her assailant, whose piercing amber eyes were all that could be made out through the dense fog. These eyes struck only but one emotion, one primal feeling that no might of will could hope to stand against. Sheer terror flooded the Huntress' body, only heightened by the warm breath she felt dance across her skin. It's eyes disappeared, and following the short intake of breath, it let out a primal roar, one that echoes into the distance, letting all who hear it to quiver in fear. The sound was a single syllable, deep in tone, yet it reached the ears of thousands. "ROOOO-"

"OOOOSE! Get your butt up already!" A feminine voice called, forcing poor Ruby up with a start, which consequently resulted in her position on the floor, a significant distance from the hammock her sleeping body once resided. With a groan she flipped over, blowing her red tipped bangs from her face as she glared into the eyes of the woman who dared to awaken her from her precious slumber.

"Hey, don't give me that look, I didn't want you to be the last to breakfast. Says here they serve cookies."

Cookies. COOKIES? All was immediately forgiven as she mad a mad dash to get herself outfitted. In a flash her sleepwear was gone and covering it was a not so reinforced combat skirt, her black, red toed boots, and her black blouse. To finish it, a familiar red cape swirled around her before it was secured around her neck. Her hands were in fists, placed on her hips as she beamed towards the room, whose only other occupant rolled their eyes at her sisters antics. The moment was ruined shortly after by a rocking of the room, resulting in one unprepared Ruby Rose to stumble, waving her arms to regain balance before her face became much more familiar with the soft bosom of her elder sister.

Now, this elder sister, Yang Xiao-Long was so by two years, which made themselves pronounced by the ample chest and rear that adorned her taller figure. A long, thick mane of golden locks fell from her head, which also sported a pair of light, lilac eyes that rested above a small nose, and below that a confident, if smug, smirk. To cover herself she wore a mix of light brown leather and dark chain that left the top of her chest and stomach revealed, and decorating her bottom was a reinforced yellow skirt, revealing the pale skin of her thighs before they were cut off by the hem of her brown boots whose tips ended in a dulled golden dye.

"Oooh, I can't believe you get to go to the New world with me sis! This is gonna be the best day ever!" Yang squealed, forcing Ruby's head further between her breasts. Ruby pounded lightly on her sisters shoulders in retaliation, her vocal response muffled by the mounds around her head and face. After a good few moments, Yang released Ruby from her soft prison, leaving said Rose gasping slightly for breath as she sat in her new position on the ground. After a quick shake of the head, Ruby jumped up and made a dash for the door, leaving with a call behind her "Hurry up, we don't wanna miss out on cookies!"

Yang, now left alone in the room, could only shake her head softly. She had seen Ruby sweating and panting in her sleep, with the occasional gasp and stray tears. She new naught what plagued her young subconscious, and she could only hope it was nerves or a product of the machinations of her imaginative mind and the late night cookie. Yang left the room in a light jog, a casual yet confidant smirk settled on her face. She wasn't joking about her excitement at her sisters presence aboard the boat to the New World, as it would definitely help to have some family there, as well as helping her with her worry about the shenanigans of Ruby Rose, yet no matter what she couldn't help but worry. Their career rarely begets one a long life, even with the field palicos helping to reduce casualties in the field for a third of the reward money per person rescued, with a forced evacuation upon three faints. Faint was a light way of putting critically injured, but to each their own.

Speaking of palicos, a quick explanation of a palico. Palicos are small, bipedal feline friends that are treated, for the most part, as equals to humans. Palicos often assist Hunters and Huntresses during hunts, in meal preparation, and some even become hunters themselves, though that is practice done in more remote areas of the Old World. The only other known sentient race that walks the face of Remnant would be the wyvernians, and in effect, half-wyvernians. Wyvernians vary in all shapes in sizes, from impossibly short to impossibly tall, and they hold high positions in councils and blacksmiths alike due mainly to their long age. Some wyvernians have been know to live for millenium at a time, resulting in the knowledge and wisdom begotten by one of such old age. Half-wyvernians are more similar to human, mostly in their size in shape, with the only tell of their wyvernian heritage being their long, pointed ears and longer life span. These people are treated the same as humans as well, with any manner of careers open to them.

Away from the history lesson and political state of the different races, Yang makes her way into the canteen area of the ship they have been residing in for the past two weeks. The few Hunters, Handlers, and palicos in the canteen move about the rows of tables and chairs, conversing with one another, joking, arm wrestling, and of course, drinking. Yang quickly spots her younger sister in a corner of the room, playing with her palico partner, Zwei. Zwei was about two and a half feet tall, with pointed ears and a bushy tail. His snout was longer than average, with a tongue that refused to stay in his mouth. His fur was flack with a white underbelly, with white also adorning the tips of his ears and tail. Many are confused when they first meet Zwei, due to his likeness to a dog rather than a cat, yet he is still most definetly a palico, no matter how much he doesn't act like one. Ruby tossed a sausage towards Zwei, who immediately began to eat away happily. On the table in front of Ruby sat a plate piled high with cookies, next to which lied a Heavy Bowgun frame and many different tools scattered around it. Sitting across from her sister, Yang quickly ordered her food from a palico waiter, before clearing some space on the table in front of her.

Ruby was content so far. The dream still lightly plagued her mind, yet she knew it to be the result of nerves rather than some repressed memory. Zwei was eating his fill, she had her delicious chocolate chunk, strawberry cookies, and she had Crescent Rose, or at least her frame. She was doing a routine maintenance, and looking for anything that could use improvement. So engrossed in her examination that she missed the presence of her sister up until a whole smoked turkey, a large bowl of soup in which rested a whole lobster, and a set of five skewers of meat and vegetables made themselves known across from her. She was jostled from her work and even dropped a wrench upon the floor. She glared at her sister, who ignored her in favor of the skewers. Rolling her eyes, Ruby leaned down to pick up her wrench, and upon doing so, sat up to give her a raspberry. Yang could only chuckle slightly before attacking her food once more. As much as she hated it, Ruby could only sigh as the thought played across her mind once more.

The future may be daunting, but for now, she was content.