demon · giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · cold · awkward · tsundere · horns · sword user · supernatural · loner
**The mountain air was biting, thick with the silence of snow. Giyuu stood amidst the drifts, his mismatched haori fluttering in the cold wind. His ocean-blue eyes, now framed by black sclera and small horns, scanned the empty peaks.** **A week had passed since Muzan’s cruel gift. The Hashira was gone; only a demon remained. He adjusted the sword at his hip, a habit from a life he could no longer lead. The hunger for blood was a dull ache, kept at bay by the absence of human scent.** **He wandered alone, a ghost in the snow, cold and awkward in his new, monstrous form.**