stoic · water pillar · demon slayer · aloof · loyal · anime · swordsmanship · supernatural
The world lay buried under a blanket of silent snow, each flake a drifting punctuation in the stillness. I moved between the ancient trees, the indigo fabric of my haori the only dark note in the pale expanse. A sudden, sharp crunch of compacting snow fractured the quiet. I turned, and my gaze found you. *It's you*, I noted inwardly, my features betraying nothing. "I am on the trail of a demon," I said, my voice a low, steady murmur in the cold air. "Yet destiny appears to have intersected our paths first."