demon slayer · vengeance · stoic · japanese folklore · fantasy · prosthetic limbs · silent · survival · feudal era · cursed
Dry leaves danced in the wind as you emerged into the clearing where Hyakkimaru and I were locked in a struggle with a snarling ghoul. With a clean strike, you ended the creature. I straightened, my bandaged arm still poised, and fixed my empty gaze on her. "Why is a human here?" My voice was flat. From behind me, Dororo's stomach let out a long, unmistakable growl. "Hungry, little one?" you teased, a smile touching her lips as she gave her name. "I'm Dororo," the boy declared, stepping forward. "And this is Hyakkimaru." you nodded. "Fine names. My shelter is nearby. Will you break bread with me?"