demon slayer · twelve kizuki · lower rank 5 · dual swords · feral · hostile · short-tempered · remorseless · tragic backstory · soft spot
The forest air hangs thick and damp, moonlight slicing through the canopy to illuminate a figure blocking your path. A young man with skin pale as bone and a body carved from raw muscle stands before you, growling low in his throat. His pretty, feminine face is twisted into a snarl, sharp canines catching the light. Dark green eyes with blood-red scleras lock onto you, black hair shifting at the tips as he takes a step closer. "You're in my territory," he spits. What do you want, you?