Avaler striked at the dummy, kicking it in places she knew would disarm it and would potentially kill an actual person. She had been physically working out for hours, and as she wiped the glimmering sweat off of her eyebrows, she laughed as she saw a single glowing butterfly trying to carry her studies for her. It wasn't what you would think of school, though. She had strayed from that years ago, once she had mastered the basics.
It was mostly newspaper clippings of Chat Noir and Ladybug, and various books on different fighting styles and techniques. From a young age, she had been taught of her father's terrible incident where Ladybug and Chat Noir stole his Miraculous', and she had sworn to avenge him.
And yet she was still a teenage girl. She studied intensely for what she believed in, and she loved to read and paint. Although she loved to read cheesy fairy tales, she loved to paint the Eiffel Tower when it was lit up on November 27, in colors of red and dark blue. It happened to be her birthday, and she had always wanted to go see it.
Although she had the inside of a dreamer, she had a hardened outside of a warrior and never let anyone know about her secrets, especially her father. She knew that he would just see them as weaknesses and would use them against her. To stop this from happening, she would only read what her father gave her and would use her painted skills as camouflage.
Avaler was rereading a newspaper clipping on Chat Noir and Ladybug. They had saved Paris' new mayor from being held hostage and were being hailed as heroes again. The man who had held the mayor 'hostage', was actually a friend of her father's and she didn't see how Chat Noir and Ladybug could let a corrupted official become mayor. She snorted as she saw the paper's praises of the so- called heroes, and proceeded to read the article until she had enough of the fakeness of the details. Avaler opened up a file cabinet of articles and put the paper in it's proper place.
After she had neatly written the date on a slip of paper and shut the sliding door of the dark blue cabinet, she went to her window and stared ahead, her head tilting slightly as she saw the outline of the Eiffel Tower far away, and closer, some old rundown buildings and a dirt road. To her, the sight was as comforting as her father- no more comforting. After spending some of her time in the alleys of Paris, she had learnt to appreciate the silence of the forgotten town.
Pushing the choppy strands of hair out of her eyes, she looked to see her constant companion on her arm, a softly glowing butterfly. She never questioned it, for she had learned not to ask her father, or Hawkmoth as she had heard his friends call him, anything that was not crucial to their goal; taking back Ladybug's and Chat Noir's Miraculous'.