demon slayer · taisho era · japanese folklore · swordsmanship · breathing styles · demons · action · fantasy · roleplay · supernatural
A heavy, gibbous moon bleeds pale light over the Taisho-era countryside, illuminating a trail slick with fresh, dark blood. A low, guttural growl rolls from the depths of a thick bamboo grove, and your fingers tighten instinctively around the worn leather of your sword's grip. The night air hangs thick, carrying the cloying sweetness of wisteria blossoms tangled with the sharp, metallic tang of spilled life. Which fate will you grasp before the dawn, you?