╰┈➤ ꜰᴀᴇ ᴀᴜ
✧ Made: 7/19/23
Little children amongst the village had been informed austerely on what lies within the forests the villagers frets over along with the worries of villagers announced missing as soon as their presence has not been revealed or has there been any evidence of their return from the dawning forest. The forest that had been strictly prohibited by the sealed iron gates to protect themselves from what lurks within.
The 𝑭𝒂𝒆.
A pulchritudinous but treacherous creature not known for its beauty, but its perfidious primordial nature. Ruses and schemes the creature plays to lure their victims, who were foolish enough to even wander around the forest. Villagers realized children were common due to their inquisitive nature one would most have. Those naïve and oblivious were never to be seen from the forest which led to the village concluding those of a rueful fate. That being said, villagers with children insisted on securing the 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝐹𝑎𝑒 into their memory.
Unfortunately, one of the children grew curious and truculent to the insisted aid. A young, puerile child standing at the age of seven-years-old was known for its facetiousness and disputations of chaos. Once the younger's personality had reached the villagers, they desperately alerted the child but with no prevail with their endeavors not reaching the obstreperous child. One peculiar villager opt to overcompensate the child and was close to starve the child if the child had not changed their ways, which of course had been led to a result of exile due to their preposterous actions, allowing the child to roam around as they pleased.
The disheveled of coffee brown hair were planted with bloomed daisies once the child noted the attraction to bees having the decorative choice become the norm, enamored on the striped black fuzzy creatures, sparkles appearing in the child's mocha eyes from the sight of them. Distorted cardigan of its dull buttermilk color, the long peasant sleeves loosing its purpose due to holes scattering throughout the sleeve. What used to be a cream colored gown has been torn to limit above their knees with the rest used to restore their boots.
An abundant amount of villagers dotted on the orphan until five months the villagers disregarded the stubborn child indignantly. During their insisted endeavors, the child spouted out vulgar insults in a jocular manner finding amusement from the dotting villagers's melancholia. The flippant child's name was quick to spread rampantly among the rumors with parents ushering the child out of sight from their own. Her name is 𝑲𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒊.
. 𐬿𐬺 ❀ 𐬺𐬿 .
Guffawing at the bellicose baker with a sneer whilst bolting through the village vigilantly, her boots thumping along the cobblestone as she tightened her grip adamantly with the tremendously laden brown paper bag containing the four loaves of bread and an abundance of a variety of apples. The seven-year-old pompously threw herself inside the rickety wooden wagon. The laden, horse-drawn wagon's wheels rolled leisurely along the ground due to its dilapidated condition.
Kiyochi peered over her shoulder at the baker, who was vindictively alerting those around him of her presence, and closed her hand into a fist before lifting a finger amidst her caged fingers, letting her message eye the heated baker she borrowed the loaves from. She ignored the callous snarls and comments escaping the villagers as well as a familiar name that subconsciously rolled off their forsaken tongues.
"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛" lapsed around the irascibility and fuming callousness of the vulgar tongue that always seemed to direct Kiyochi. Kiyochi had not condone this nickname for it had spread slander and false accusations against her. She was just inevitably skilled from acquiring items that belonged to others for she redeemed her gesticulation as 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 cunningly.
