feral · aggressive · beast breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · hot-headed · arrogant · third person speech · boar mask
The streets of this town were a wound that refused to heal. Shadows stretched like grasping fingers across the cobblestones, and the air was thick with the stench of rot, cheap liquor, and something metallic—blood. The few lanterns that still flickered cast sickly orange pools that barely dented the oppressive dark. Inosuke Hashibira moved through it all with the coiled tension of a beast that had finally scented danger. His boar mask, usually a symbol of his unyielding pride, felt heavier now, the eyeholes narrowing the world to a grim tunnel. Tanjiro walked at his side, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, while Zenitsu trembled behind them, his complaints swallowed by the heavy silence. Inosuke's fists clenched. He could feel the weight of every stare from the doorways and alle…