Chaos comes to Remanent

Arrival

In a distant plain, in the middle of the grimlands, four figures were deposited in a bright flash of blinding light that seared the ground and was visible for mile around. As the light faded, the figures were revealed one by one.

The first figure was a short, tan, and busty woman with short cropped blood red hair and prominent upper and lower fangs that peeked out from her mouth. She wore simple biker leathers that looked like they had been died in blood. Her left hand held a bronze, double header war axe that was almost as large as she was in a death grip, her red stained fingers were curled around the haft of the axe so tightly that her knuckles were whitening. Her feet were shod in a pair of red stained combat boots, if a person had the misfortune to examine her boots or hands closely, they would realize that both her hands and her boots had been stained red by prolonged contact with blood, the scent of which hung thickly about her.

The second figure was tall and skinny woman, with shapely hips and and long blue hair reaching down to her knees. She was clad in a long dark blue dress with silver embroidery. Around her were two large blue and white wings that shimmered and fluttered briefly before disappearing. Her lips and fingernails were painted the same dark blue as her dress Clutched in both hands was a simple staff made out of a silvery medal that periodically flashed blue. Around where the second figure lay, if you stood quietly you could just barely hear whispers that would remind of this you lost, sounding like warnings of the future, always just below what you could hear.

The third figure was another short woman, with medium length green hair the color of diseased flesh, pulled into a ponytail, not as skinny as the other two figures but with curves in all the right places. She was dressed in a form fitting flower patterned green and white shirt with a simple brown skirt. Her fingernails were painted a sickly green color, the veins in her pale skin pulsed and throbbed in time to her heartbeat. Strapped to her waist was was a flail, the handle of which was made out of a wood that was constantly oozing pus that slowly dripped down the sides, the chain was made out of rusted link of a greenish metal, while the hollow metal ball at the end, rather then having spikes, had a multitude of holes cut out of it. And if by chance you stood near her, you would be able to detect the sweet sent of rot, mistakable for a perfume unless you were intimately familiar with it.

Everything about the fourth figure screamed intimacy from the tips of her pink pixy cut hair, running down the tightly and tastefully cut salmon pink business suit, all they down to the pink leather, high heeled boots, the heels of said boots, easily giving an extra half foot in height. Disturbingly, her delicate hands caressed a whip that looked like long rope of flesh, studded with pink crystal spikes, as she caressed the whip, her hands were cut and nicked by the sharp edges of the whip, the wounds only seemed to increase her moaning. Surrounding her was a perfume of of sexual arousal, if you happened to stand near her, well, you would be thinking with things other then your brain.

These four figure rested asleep in the scorched clearing, not knowing just how truly profound their influence would be on the heroes and villains of this universe...

An.

Ive wanted to do a Warhammer and RWBY crossover for a while.

As always R&R if you would.