this blog is me documenting wesen as if i was a grimm.
APRIL 13TH 1746 SCOTLAND
Im in scotland with the rest of the kings army and we are going to put theese jacobite scots to rest. This is an encounter i had with a Jacobite Wesen. This wesen i first assumed was an Eisbieber, but it bit me. This is what happemd
I smashed into a home of a family for fun and i saw a man, A child about 13 years old and a woman whom i assume was the wife and mother. I noticed the man in a plaid and had a sword and shield, i ran over to his wife and pushed my pistol to her head while my arm was around her neck. I told the man to place his sword down but he resisted, as i was about to shoot his wife she woged and bit into my arm! Luckily i shot her before it got to deep. The man charged me but my friend came in. The jacobite cut his arm of and ran. We did not find him and my friend died.
APRIL 15Th 1746
Today is Prince William Duke Of Cumberland's birthday. We are going to celabrate today and tomorrow we are moving to culloden moor in invernes where we will murder EVERY jacobite their is!!
APRIL 16TH 1746 Culloden moor.
We are currently on the moor staring morebthan athousend Scottish, French and Irish jacobites ready to to charge us. If we hadnt got ar new battle method!
IVE JUST SEEN THE B***ARD BEAVER MAN THAT KILLED MY MATE all the jacobites woged and he was in the front with more of the beavers. Hes no Eisbeiber ill tell you that. He has a more angular face bigger teeth and a tail! He only has a shirt on and is getting ready to charge! Brown fur,webbed fee... they are charging i need to stop wtiting!
APRIL 30TH 1746 ENGLAND
After the sucess at culloden ive calmed down and the man killed the man next to me and i killed him. He stayed woged after i killed him for about an hour. By the end of the battle he was still woged and i examined him. He had an Elongated face, Whiskers, bucked teeth covered in blood, sharp claws, his hair was like an eisbeibers in the way that its noticeable but apart of the fur and he had a large tail like a beavers. I am calling the wesen species Biobhair its scots Galic for beaver. I learnt abit whil in scotland.
MARCH 17TH 1657 MORAY SCOTLAND
Today I was in Morayshire on my way to the tip of scotland, I met a man named Sir Robert Innes, he was a chief of the dominative clan in Morayshire Clan Innes he was a nice man who was Presented a Baronette of Nova Scotia by King Charles the 1st, he had recently greeted King Charles The 2nd at the garmouth port he founded (his father founded garmouth). He invited me to a feast with some clansmen and women, he gave me a room to stay at in the Innes House, It was about 2pm and i looked in the garden from my window, What i whitnessed had to be the strangest thing ever! 2 men who were some type of hedghog wesen eating toads! They then started cocering their quills in saliva! At the feast o saw the two men, i told them i was a grimm but they didnt care they just woged, they had thousends of quills all over the back of their arms, backs and back of the head, one of them was scared and curled into a ball of quills, his friend said he met a grimm before and the grimm killed his mother so he was scared of grimms. He then told me to go back to the feast. I later learned they were the sons of the chief, so i confronted the chief... i said to him i was a grimm, he woged to make sure and laughed, "i thaught id never see another" Robert and i talked and he showed me some of their abilitys, They are imune to toxins, they can curl in balls that make them indestructibal. We had to cut short. I assume im leaving tomorrow so night night ill update tomorrow.
UPDATE
nothing happend today other than i hunted some deer and had leftovers of last nights Boar. Ive been seing theese wesen everywhere. From what i know is they are greedy, Energetic, Crazy and fearless. I also assume they are warriors. Robert raised a regiment for the kings army, and he told me his 9th great grandfather the 11th cheif went into battle with his 9th great uncle. They seem nice and docile though and enjoy nature, hunting and foraging, ps they have huge scary teeth! Also they ball up to get warm, no human or other wesen can ball up like them, i even saw a fatty ball up!
GERMANY, BLACK FOREST, 1988
day 1: today I met my tour guide, A nice lad who happend to be a steinadler, He wasnt scared of me and i was nice to him and unlike my ancestors i dont plan on executing him. We are staying at a campsight not far away from where we are now tonight. Then we are going wild camping. Ive heard of some wesen that hadnt been documented so i wanted to check them out.
Day 2: Jörg my tour guide said one time he was giving a tour with another tour guide and they wondered in very deep, the second guide went to the toilet at midnight, they found his body ripped to shreds in the morning by what seemed a cat. Today we are going to go to the same spot. Its about 6pm and we have found the spot where they camped, after we set up our tents i heard something in the bushes, i pulled out my crossbow and wandered over, all i found was a thorn bush with some grey hair attached.
DAY 3: things got worse today i heared screaming from a pig. At first i thought it was a wolf killing a boar but when i went to see i saw a figure ontop of a Bourshwein, i shot my gun at him but accidently hit the bourscwien, the cat man ran and lived! I treated the Pig and he is alive. He gave me a brief description ofnthe wesen.
"Grey body, Thick fur, Thick black stripes, And a long blunt tail" I looked through my Wesen books to try find a similar wesen, i could not find one, I was reading my field guide for German animals and saw a cat species that fitted the description "European Wildcat" so i asked if he was sure the attacker was wesen, he said he saw the Wildcat wesen woge.
DAY 4: yesterday we arrived at a village, the bourscwein's name was Jack he was from Flanders in Belgium, The village had a hospital and we took him their unfortuanatly jack died last night in his sleep. Most of the folk who lived in the village were Wesen but they were not scared of me and Jörg told them to trust me, i asked around and a lady named Anne said her grandson was found with a smashed skull and covered in claw marks, she was a Biobhair.
Day 5: Me and Jörg both went on a walk to discus what to do. We both agreed to arming up with weapons and a army of the villigers and hunt this wesen down.
Day 5: This is my last entry this is what happend. Me and Jörg built an army of 20 men, one was Albert, Annes son. His son was the one who was killed. From what i knew real wildcats like to climb trees. So we stayed on the floor so maybe he would attack and we use our numbers to take him out. We had set traps and built a camp where we found Jack. It was around midnight and i needed to go to the toilet, i took my gun that had bullets that make wesen stay woged after death,and sure enough after id done i was on the floor screaming, jörg heared me and grouped up 3 people, including Albert, they ran over and jörg pulled the cats ears, as a result unfortuanatly jörg had his neck cut open. The other villager named Hans attempted to stab the cat but the cat got out the way, hans fell and cut my wrist and my other hand was trapped so i was disabled, albert had hidden in the bush, albert jumped out smashed the cat in the face with his tail, grabed my gun and emptied 20 rounds onto the cat, the cat died after albert drowned him in the nearby stream. Luckily he stayed woged so i studdied his body.
he had bushy fur, sharp claws, big sharp teeth, long hair, big ears, whiskers, a pattern like a tabby cat but his fur was thicker and stripes were wider and thicker, he had a red bit on his mouth, and white and grey fur all over, he was the second wesen id seen with a tail, the first being Albert. Overall he looked like a giant European Wildcat.
HAMPSHIRE, ENGLAND, 1999
Recently a trusted Blutbad named Danny told me about a group of wesen dedicated to killing wolf and bear like wesen. He said they are based in West Yorkshire, I decided to drive their, Its 5 hours away so ill update this diary soon.
I arrived in Yorkshire last night, I was born in Yorkshire but my father who was a Grimm was also in the navy so we had to move to hampshire when i was 9 months old, My grandmother lives in Halifax in yorkshire so i went to her house she is a Kehrseite-Schlich-Kennen. Today i went to the moor where they were ment to have a clubhouse.
as i walked to the Clubhouse i saw the light on, it was just getting dark somi was happy their was a bit of light, as I aproached I was sure to be quite, id used alot of mud and leaves to cover my smell, I looked into the window of the lounge and saw some Seelenguter, Grauhunds, Widderhorner, Klaustreich and some wesen i couldnt identefy, They looked like sheep dogs and one very much looked like my Deerhound, and a few wesen that looked like MuskOx.
I saw them loading pistols, hiding knives in their coats and i saw a sword! I heard a car so i hid under some rocks, I saw the driver and passangers get out the van and enter the building, i ran to the car and placed a tracking device under the van, i then witnessed everyone get out the building and get in the van, Some went to the side of the vuilding and got on motorbikes, they drove onto the road.
I ran to the side with my knife out to see a man standing next to a Motorbike, i ran behind him and knocked him out with the but of the knife. I stole his keys and bike, i pulled out my GPS and followed the van. They went into a woods and towards a cabin i later found out was unknown to be their, They got out the van and charged down the door, I heared howling and laughing, i saw 2 Blutbaden run out the front door, 2 of the muskox guys ran them down and broke the blutbadens backs in half, i imidiently ran.
I arrived home and called Danny andvtold him, he talked to his father and his father told him the name of the group,
They are called Chasseurs de Loups its french for Hunters of Wolves. I decided they were doing my job so i let them do what they wanted, I made an Anonymous call to the police and they never found the Chasseurs de Loups, i cant say im not happy Because the Blutbaden in yorkshire are mean and go after the weak. My grandmother is a human so she is weak to them.
NEW DIARY[]
MORAY, SCOTLAND, 1847
My name is Albert Cox, This is the story of when I encountered a Wesen I had only read about named by a German Grimm, Their name is Wildkatzen.
'I was in the Highland countryside of Moray Scotland, Id heard about a local farm that was selling a horse, Since I had travelled from Denmark I had no way of transport, So I decided to go and buy this horse, The farm owner was called George Innes he was married to a lady named Hellen Forbes they had 4 Children the oldest being called John, As I arrived at the farm I was super tired from a long walk, So they let me in the house and gave me some water and food, However I noticed a strange amount of wooden cat statues, George's son was out working on the farm, As he came in he was me and I made him jump, I obviously scared him because he Woged, When he saw I was a Grimm he hissed very loudly, He had brown/Grey fur, With thick stripes, Green eyes, Retractable claws and sharp teeth, The first thing he did was hiss and shout atracting George, George ran into the room woged and ready to fight, George ran to me and cut my back with his claws, I turned to punch him but John allready had me in his grip, They were alot stronger than me, George held his claws to my face and asked what I wanted, I said I came for the horse, George then told John to put me down, This is the first time I was scared of Wesen, They were big and looked hardy never mind the fact they were wrapped in a belted plaid of the Innes Red Tartan colour, Hellen had heard the screaming hissing and shouting and she ran in the room with a scythe, John told her what had happend, Finally they all settled down, I told them why i needed the horse, They were very kind and gave me the horse for half the price it was advertised as, Not only that but they gave me an Innes Red Tartan plaid to wear on my travels, But a warning to anyone who reads this, Stay away from Wildkatzen they dont get scared like Klaustreich. (NOTES: George and Helen Innes were my Great Great Great Great Great grandperants and John was my great great great Grandad, They were all scottish ramers and lived in the highlands of Moray ':) read more about the Wildkatzen !!!HERE!!!)
WHITECHAPEL, ENGLAND, 1888
After the recent murders in Whitechapel I decided to come and try find the devil behind them.
SATURDAY 29th september
'I was walking down an ally last night when i saw something strange, A man was walking with a hat and a black trench coat, But he was wearing wellington boots, I saw him aproach a woman and hand her some money, They started walking into Mitre Square, He woged into a badger like wesen, He was a Drang-Zorn he looked more like the badgers i had seen here in America, 'The woman woged into a Fuchsbau and tried to scream, But he had allready cut her throat with his claws, He then cut all of her neck and face open, He then started punching her and she was covered in bruises, He took her top of and started cutting down her body and pulled her guts out throwing them over her shoulder, I pulled out my knife and shouted at him, He turned to me and charged, As he got next to me he threw me on the ground knocking me uncouncious, i woke up at 2 am and ran away fast, i read the paper the next day and the woman who was killed was named Catherine Eddowes.
"THE FLOCK OF CAORA"[]
NOTE I found this story but decided to re-write and translate it.
"A few days ago I was walking to a site of a war that has been going on for 3 days allready, It was a Wesen war Wesen vs Humans, As I was aproaching the war site I saw a camp ground, As I could tell it was a Wesen camp, The tents were marked by a Rams head, I realised this was a Caora regiment, I knew I was in danger, We were in a group of 10 so I knew for a fact the Caora had smelt us, We started to see a war band of 15 Caora emerge from the camp site, They all woged, Their horns were very large, They had brown wool, Yellow eyes, Hooves and snouts, They lowered their heads and raised their hooves, Then the charge started, The first to be hit was my brother William, I saw him try get his sword out of his holster, He failed and his chest was caved in by the horns of a Caora, 7 of our men were killed, After me and my other brother James had killed of the Caora, We rushed over to William, 3 more Caora charged us, One ran over to William and unfortunatly caved his skull in with his hooves, I ran over and snaped the Caora's neck, I then examined the damage on the dead bodies, Their was no blood, Only bodies covered in bruises."
I later found out the man wrote this when in hiding from a Rißfleich, He was later murdered by the Rißfleich.
AFRICAN WESEN[]
1997 KENYA, AFRICA.
Today I arrived to Kenya in My plane, When we landed my tour guide came up to me and introduced himself, He was from South Africa but his parents came from Belgium, His name was Marcus Thys. The first thing he did after telling me his name was woge to see if I was Wesen, He was a Steinadler, He jumped back and begged for his life when he saw I was a grimm, However I told him I was a nice Grimm and we became friends. I was in Kenya for a safari, I am very interested about Lions, Elephants and Cheetahs.
DAY 2
Yesterday me and Marcus went on a long drive to go and see Elephants, I was told by him a Tribe of people he called the Elle lived in an area we were going to pass, He said they usualy are peaceful and not many people know about them, He did tell me however they are Wesen, Before he could tell me more we arrived at a Checkpoint, A man with a gun came up to our car, He wasnt apart of the Government he told us, He also said that the Checkpoint isnt official but it is there for our saftey, He asked if we had any weapons, We had a rifle and a pistol incase of an attack, He gave us some body armour and let us past. As we drived in I got a bad feeling, And rightly so, The road was very rocky causing lots of noise, And making us go slow, The ground started shaking and I saw something moving in the bush to our left, But before I could tell Marcus an Elephant from the right that was hiding behind trees charged and flipped our car, Me and Marcus were knocked out, I woke up to Marcus dead with a shard of glass sticking out of his neck, We were upside down so I was scared to climb out of the car incase an Elephant was their, But I knew I had to or I was going to waste time and die, As I was getting out I realised a group of people surrounding me, The people were the Infamous Elle Tribe! They were woged, They had big ears, Long trunks, Grey skin, Great muscle, Short tusks and hoovs. They saw me and knocked me out by stomping on my head, I woke up in the back of a car, The man at the Checkpoint heared the screaming and banging and formed a small group with guns and came over, Marcus' body was gone, Apparently half of the tribe decided to fight the group, However they were only armed with spears and shields while the group was armed with fully automatic guns and they killed the attackers.
DAY 3
Currently I am on the plane on my way home, R.I.P. Marcus, His body was found, His skin was cut of and so was his head, A woman from America also on holidy had her arms and legs tied while forced to wear Marcus skin as a cloak and his head around her neck, she was thrown from a car that smashed through the checkpoint.
DAY 4
I got another plane to Africa last night and bought myself a bunch or guns and formed a samll Malitia, We went into the checkpoint at night time, We found their village and we lit it up with bullets and fire, We killed EVERYBODY in the name of Marcus, We only lost one man who accidentaly fell in the flames of a burning body, You NEVER mess with a Grimm or we will kill you just like we did that tribe we sent into Extinction. R.I.P. Marcus.
THE OWL AND THE BEAR.
This is a story that happend a few years ago when I did not have my diary
I was in the hills of the Yorkshire Dales in the UK, I was at a place infamous for witch executions. I was watching birds and a Snowy Owl flew past me, I was very very suprised to see one as they are no longer native to Britain, I managed to snap a picture, I knew that this place was common for wesen to come and respect their ancestors killed during the witch hunts, So I was not suprised to see a man walking to a stone, The stone was carved in the 1800s with the name of everyone who was brutaly murdered their. I also knew that he was most likely wesen, I was right he kneeled to the stone and woged into a Jagerbar, The owl once again flew past me and went to strike the Jagerbar with its huge talons, The Jagerbar heard it toot and threy a rock at it, The Jagerbar ran over to the owl to kill it, But then a man ran from over a small hill and woged, He looked like a Snowy owl, His arms had a few black specs on them but over than that he was completly white, He stuck his claws out and jumped silently onto the Jagerbar, The man grabbed the Jagerbars arm with both of his strong talons breaking it, He then opend his large wide beak and started biting his arm crushing it, The man then slashed the Jagerbars chest and put him on his back, He stabbed his beak into the Jagerbars face, I knew how much pain the Jagerbar must have been in so I ran over to the man and with my knife I stabed his arm, The man grabed me with his strong talons and threw me to the ground, He grabed his owl and started to run to the hill, As he was running to the hill other men and women started apearing, They all woged and looked differant all like Owls, Some had the apperance of Eagle Owls some had the apearance of Great Grey Owls, They started making tooting noises that were scary and then they all ran away.
I checked on the Jagerbar and he was still alive, I grabed him and took him to my house, I knew I could not take him to the hospital, So I called my Father and asked if he and my Step-mother could come, My Step-Mother is a nurse and my father is a medical assistant in the navy so I knew she could help, After she checked and sorted him out they went back home, I talked to the Jagerbar and his name was Alex, He said that he went to the stone to trash it becasue he thaught it put a bad name to one of his great+ grandfather who was the man who was made to Execute the Wesen, He told me that the main Wesen executed wereones that looked like owls and cats, So nowadays some of the owls and cat wesen watch over all the places Infamous for witch hunts to respect their ancestors.
My reaction was after he told me that his ancestors executed in the witch hunts was the fact one of my ancesoters was killed as a Witch the same place he was attacked, I didnt tell him but I did tell him I needed to go grab something and asked if he wanted to come with me, He said yes, I went into my bedroom and grabbed a Seax, I ran over to Alex and I stabbed him in the neck.
I do NOT respect people who are decendent of people who killed my ancestors..
CAORA CROOK
North, Yorkshire.
I was born and raised in West Yorkshire but North Yorkshire has always interested me more, Mainly becasue of the Border Raiders, The Border Raiders lived in lawless border areas of Scotland and England, The Scots would raid eachother and the English, The English would raid themselves and the Scots, The raids would go as far south in England as North Yorkshire, Family members always tell me about seeing these raids happen with thousands of men, So I decided to go and try witness one, I started in Northumbria just above Yorkshire and I witnessed my first raid.
Their was about 50 Scottish raiders, They wore steel helmets, Leather vests, Thick boots, Basic trousers and shirts.
They carried lances, Basket hilt swords, Small shields and some even carried pistols.
They came riding into the town I was in, They thrusted people with lances, Lopped heads with swords and one man had his arm dislocated after bein shot.
They went into houses beating children and women and killing the men, They took all the personal goods, They even stole weapons and other items from the blacksmith, A few sheperds had grabbed their crooks started pulling people of horses and breaking horses legs, However they were killed, I had been hiding in a tree and when the raiders left I ran to the town where one man was running after his horse was killed, I pulled out my dagger I used for fighting and killed him.
I found out the raiders were from Clan Tait, I decided to ride upto their lands and talk to them, As I found out while I was their was that they are known Caora, I was very shocked as Caora are usualy calm and only defend themselves, But I knew how good raiders they were due to the fact some Saxons were Caora. I ended up not talking to them but instead went back to south of the Border waiting for another raid.
About 4 months after the first raid their was finaly another, However this time I had formed a small group of 60 men armed to the teeth with guns sword armour and spears, However we did not expect what came next.
200 - 300 fully woged Seelenguter and Caora rode on their horses demolishing my resitance and the streets were covered in blood. Only 5 of my men survived the flock, However this time the ONLY weapon they used were Sheperd crooks.
WESEN DIARY![]
This is a diary as if I was a wesen, On each input I will put what Wesen I am when writing it, Alot of the wesen I will be writing as are ones I created on my blog that I will link
NEW ZEALAND 19th century as a Beir []
I being someone who likes exploring and meeting new Wesen was exited when I got a invatation to go to New Zealand to explore. I formed and alliance with a Maori tribe who were fighting the British army, We decided to go on a hunt one night, The tribe was made of primarly Malin Fatal, We set of about 5 pm, We made it about an hour away from the tribes territory, We heard russtling in the surrounding forest, We thought it was an animal untill we heard someone talking, We then pulled out our weapons and woged, Only about 3 people including me had guns, We aimed them at the area that the sounds were coming from, But then the Maori in our group put their weapons down and started doing the Hakka dance after one of them saw someone they recognised in the bushes, It was a rival tribe, We all woged and I roared and groweled to intimidate the rivals.
The rivals all ran out of the bush on to the open part of land and also started doing the hakka, We lined up and got ready to fight, We aimed our guns and I prepared my knife and sword my father had given me that have been passed down in the family since the 1700s, I was given a shield by one of the members who wielded a spear.
After the rivals ended the Hakka they woged, All into Ak-Moho-Alii, I was in battle rage, If I wasnt I don't think I would be alive, The Rivals delivered the charge, As they charged we shot, We counter charged and I ripped my sword from my holster, I managed to kill one with my gunshot but one was nothing.
Their tribe was ALL Ak-Moho-Alii, Ours was a mix of Wildermann, Malin Fatal and a few Blutbaden.
I got my first close kill with a quick decapitation, However this broke my sword, My sword breaking got me even more mad, I knew these Maori had never seen a bear so I did the full woge and shed fear into them all, I charged like an angry bull through the enemy lines, I found their leader and threw him in the air, He came crushing down and landed on his stomach, I then jumped onto his back with all my weight, When he died I felt at ease knowing they had no chance of winning, I told the Tribe to start encasing the rivals in a circle, The tribe managed to keep them in holding them of, I then sent all my men that had come from Scotland with me to all do woge (they were all Mufflon) into the circle to start killing them, My men were succesful with the tribes help killing alot of them, Then I ran into the cirlce and killed all the remaining rivals.
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18th_03_2021, London, England. -Blake the Scharfblicke
1 year after the election of the UK Black Claw leader, Joeseph Fischer, Joe is a Wasser Zhane.
Today Is my birthday, The 3 year aniversary to when I created my Anti-Black Claw miltia, We are mainly full of Avian Wesen however we also have multiple Beirs in our militia, We have our HQ in the middle of the Cairngorns, We supply weapons to other malitias, We sometimes fight but most of the time we help supply Malitias and armies, We also have a strong group of Medics.
Today we got a call, We were asked by a Militia called the "Wolf Company" Full of wolf Wesen ofcourse, To help them out in an Attack against Joe, So I said yes, He knew us Avian wesen are good Marksmen and wanted us to hide in buildings with snipers and try kill who ever we can, I decided I was personally going to snipe and try get kills.
We took over the buildings silently, We had Beirs standing at the doors gaurding while we Sniped, I saw the Wolf Company slowly aproaching but out of no where Joe came outside to give a speach, I radiod my men and told them that I would take the shot if it came down to it and told them to snipe anyone after my main shot.
It had been about 2 mins into the speach and the Wolf Company said "We are moving in, We want you or one of your men to kill ANYONE and we will follow the gunshot and attack" They did NOT know that we had Joe in our sights, They never knew he was outside, So I equiped my Supressor and aimed at Joes neck, I pulled my trigger and blood went everywhere, He fell to the ground slowly and I raidiod my guys to start sniping, I then told the wolf company to attack, We won the battle.
April, 2006, Somewhere down the Amazon River.[]
On the first day me and my guide who is known as Arthur who is a Yaguarate set sail down the Amazon River, Our main goal was to talk to the natives, And see some wildlife, We did NOT expect to get lost.
We sailed down and at first were sucesfull at our goal of seeing Wildlife, We also found one native who was an English speaker, We somewhat trusted him when he asked wether we wanted a tour around the lands, We were armed anyway so we thought we could take him out if he tried anything.
We had been walking into the jungle for about an hour and a half when it started to get dark, The Native who never told us his name said he would go and try get some food, He took a trident like weapon and a knife to hunt some snakes.
I heared branches falling from the trees directly above us, I ran over to Arthur to ask him what it could be, He said it was most likely a bird, But I was not convinced, So I made arthur come back over to my tent with me, We sat and listend and we kept hearing the sounds of what sounded like footsteps in the trees, He started to realise it wasn't a bird and we got scared, I ran into my tent and grabbed my shotgun.
I aimed my shotgun at one of the trees and fired one shot, But after I fired it... All hell broke loose, We heared a scream of pain and then a man fell out of the tree and was dead, He was covered in paint and looked completely black but before I could look properly a rain of spears and arrows fell onto us, I started firing more shots into the trees randomly and Arthur ran and grabbed his pistol and rifle and started firing into the trees to.
After about 4 minuetes of shooting the Native man came running back but this time, Fully WOGED and armed, He was an Otter like-Wesen, We thought he was going to help us but he saw I was a Grimm and he ran away into the jungle.
(WILL CONTINUE TONIGHT)