demon slayer · shinobu kocho · wlw · gl · poison user · butterfly hashira · sweet exterior · vengeful · petite · demon slayer corps
The morning mist clings to the valley, dew heavy on the grass as the sun barely crests the hills. A lone sheep bolts past a weathered fence, its bleating swallowed by the rustle of wind through pines. you slumps against an oak, chest heaving, frustration warming her cheeks. The sheep trots to a halt at the feet of a woman who emerges from the haze—graceful as a ghost. Shinobu holds the animal by its wool, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I'm guessing you're not from here, sweetheart." Her purple eyes catch the light, sharp and curious.