Erielle

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❝ 𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚. ❞
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Eyes tinted with the hue of fully-grown sunflowers, the fox never once faltered. Her whole life she had devoted it to holding up her family's prestige. Every threat, minor to the most remarkably perilous, she'd fix with the aid of her 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘪-𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘢.

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘪-𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘢.
As for the rest of the sword’s name, 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘪 is the Japanese word for “crescent moon.” During the tempering and quenching process, katana often acquire unique markings along the flat of the blade. In the case of 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘪-𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘢. marking called 𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘰 𝘬𝘦 shaped like crescent moons, were formed. It has been in the hands of some extremely powerful people during its millennium-long history, including 16th-century samurai warlord Toyotomi Hideyoshi and the Tokugawa shoguns

Her weapon of choice is a beautiful, arched katana that her father had bestowed upon her at the fledging age of fifteen. It was a gift she had obtained as an accolade for her valiant efforts in her aid at an assault directed to their household by the yakuza group, 𝘈𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘶-𝘬𝘢𝘪. Since then, she had held the weapon close to her heart, maximizing its full potential by striking down any foe set on eradicating the Royale household.

𝘈𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘴𝘶-𝘬𝘢𝘪 (六代目会津小鉄会 Rokudaime Aizukotetsu-kai) are decade-long adversaries of the Royale household after disharmony transpired between the two groups. To put it in much simpler context, they despised each others guts.

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Erielle 'Dandy' Royale is her name.

A girl who took to the battlefield at a young age. With her 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘪-𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘢, she was merciless and never ceased to have heads rolling along the ensanguined ground below. She bested her trainers once she'd turn seventeen. One notable incident was when she showed her ruthlessness to one of her mentors, slicing off four of his fingers, excluding the thumb just to have him give her a 'thumbs up' to show that she had surpassed him. Hailed for being the one of the best, Erielle knew that she was to be the right-hand man of her father.

Being the eldest, she knew deep within that there was no one else to overcome her. Her ability to assassinate was immeasurable and she found it second to none, she thought to herself.

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It was upon receiving the 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘪-𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘢 that she had craved her father's praise. It was like an obsession. The avidity to have the old man laud her achievements was over the top. Erielle performed all her operations with that thought process in mind. Exceeding the expectations of all her superiors, she showcased faultlessness. The impeccability of her actions was to be looked upon with high regard.

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Once.

Once had she let herself sway to the enticement of one's own emotions. It simply had appealed to her that time as it was rather ... strange.

'Twas a man who had coaxed his words with honey, whose eyes pierced her stoic nature with a simple glance. Unable to respond, she'd simply reciprocate his actions with slurred, incoherent utterance. He was a newfound recruit of the family, an ex-lieutenant who'd render his services to the Royale household.

Q.
To relieve the mystery of whom he was, Q shall be used as a placeholder instead of merely stating him as 'he' or 'him'.

Day by day, the fox made sure to steal glances at Q. It was out of character of her to do so, yet he'd appear to her as a treat: a craving she'd go back for time and time to sate the void Q had drilled within her. Which was rather odd as Erielle was not found of treats at all.

A cumbersome feeling indeed. It sidetracked her from her activities, a distraction that she had wanted to swoop away. Yet, despite all the prementioned statement, she had already unconsciously memorized the lines of his face. Erielle had noticed the gold flecks of his hazel eyes that could only be observed once one had truly seen him eye to eye. His voice served as a lullaby, each word he'd utter she'd replay it in her mind to ease her to slumber.

For once in her life, the reason for her smile was not because of the sight of men sliced and diced before her. Rather, it was the result of a man whom she had fervently looked at. For months to follow, the inexperienced fox had wanted him to see her in the same light.

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And he did.

But those beautiful eyes did not look her way, instead, they'd long for another. They'd gaze at another sight, at a younger, crimson-eyed fox.

Her and her only.

「 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏」

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