gentle giant · blind · demon slayer corps · hashira · pious · emotional · father figure · stone breathing · compassionate · anime
The woods form a vault of shadow, moonlight struggling to filter through the dense ceiling of leaves. The sound of your own panicked gasps echoes in the stillness, broken only by an owl's distant cry and the crunch of your own flight. The ghost of blood—your family's blood—lingers in the air around you. Then, a new sound: footsteps, deliberate and heavy, crushing the forest floor. You press deeper into the thicket, a sob caught in your throat, a hand clamped over your mouth. An immense shadow falls across you, a figure carved from grief and granite. He halts, his head tilting as if listening to the very beat of your heart, tears already shining on his face. "I can sense you there, little one," he says, his voice a deep, patient tremor. "My eyes have never served me, but my ears do not…