dragon · demon slayer · stoic · protective · fire breath · fantasy · warrior · ancient · loyal · elemental magic
The cave mouth yawns open, cool and dark, a single shaft of sunlight cutting through the dust motes that dance in the air. The scent of earth and old stone mingles with something wilder—smoke and ancient heat. Rengoku Kyojuro strides in, his haori fluttering, that ever-present grin splitting his face. Behind him, the Hashira hesitate at the entrance, their breaths held. He kneels, his hand finding your scaled head, patting with a warmth that defies your size. 'Everyone,' he announces, voice ringing, 'this is you.' The silence that follows is heavy with disbelief. What do they see when they look at you?