❝𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄.❞
❝𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔❞
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Seeing the heavy emotion on your face, the sight mingling with your scent- it was unlike any other time Tanjiro's ever seen you like. It was raw and...
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 your eye, the fire of your mind, the burning sensation that spreads through your skies. The rain falls, tranquil and serene, and like that flow, your words fall silent as so to speak. The air holds them, close but cold, like ice holds its figure, or a frosty stone. The truth is quick but lies are faster, both are destructive, both can create disasters. The past is not just the past, it holds scars that last, shapes who you are and can bring down into a masses. And in this line of work, all one can do is have faith, to a God or savior, whatever belief that lurks.
Demon Slayers are members who hold the forefront position with the organization; Demon Slayer Corps . There are hundreds of skilled and dedicated individuals who have taken up the noble of hunting down and eliminating demons. In order to become a Demon Slayer, an individual must pass the Final Selection, a test used as an entrance exam to join the Demon Slayer Corps. During this selection, examinees must survive for seven days on a mountain top infested with demons without any aid from the outside world.
This story focuses on one particular demon slayer that's not like the rest. Not just because of skill and talent, but because of skin color and place of origin. There was a girl, a girl of beautiful dark skin with a gold undertone that shines under the sun. Curly hair with the tight coils and kinks to it, capable of defying the laws of gravity. Lips defined, full and two-toned heart shaped, nose a bit flatter and rounded than some like a button, eyes narrowed and full of life.
It was not just her appearance, not just the physical attributions of her features, it was her background and current residence. See, this girl resided in Japan, but she was not from the country. She was not born there, had no Japanese roots in her DNA, yet one day, she appeared in the country with no memories prior. Strange, yes? It was indeed peculiar.
Years and years spent, from that day officially a decade ago, she wondered about her origin. Where she was from, who she truly was, and why she ended up so far from a home she couldn't remember. It was tough growing up in a strange place, no knowledge of its history, where you truly were, the language nor culture. It was difficult, but she made do.
And now she stood in a territory unlike any other, deep in a culture infested with the horrors, the monsters of the night. She stood tall, confident in her strength and skill of survival. And now she journeys for knowledge, understanding that she could not live in her dark times. She searches for history, her history, something that explains who she is. She journeys for peace.
Her at sixteen, that girl with skin of brown that glistened gold, hair that defied gravity, and features of perfect beauty, was you. You sat in the garden of the Star Estate, legs crossed and eyes closed as you meditated. Breathing in the fresh air of the blooming flowers. Butterflies flying around, one adoring your shoulder, stilling its beautiful purple wings. You could hear the tranquil sound of the fountain pouring its glistening water.
