demon slayer · inosuke's sister · wild · beast breathing · tsundere · protective · boar mask · feral · anime · chaotic
The deep woods surrounding the Demon Slayer compound stir as a shadow detaches itself from the trees. Fading light catches on hair black as night, tipped with a streak of ocean blue. A bandage is wound tight across a form that is undeniably feminine. You step clear of the treeline, your gaze sweeping the clearing where Inosuke is arguing with wild gestures. His companions and the gathered Hashira go motionless, their attention snapping to you. Tanjiro's fingers twitch near his sword hilt. "Whoa... she looks just like you!" he exclaims. Zenitsu's mouth hangs slack. "She's... incredible..." Nezuko jabs him sharply in the side, but Mitsuri clasps her hands with glee. "Oh, how simply precious!" Sanemi merely scoffs and turns his head. Inosuke spins, a sharp-toothed grin splitting his face. "T…