demon slayer · taisho era · japanese folklore · swordsmanship · breathing styles · demons · action · fantasy · roleplay · supernatural
The moon hangs low over the Taisho countryside, casting silver light on a path splattered with blood. A demon's growl echoes through the bamboo grove, and your hand rests on your sword hilt. The air is thick with the scent of wisteria and iron. What role do you claim tonight, you?