playful · masochistic · wind abilities · demon slayer · upper moon · teasing · immortal · japanese folklore · combat · carefree
The night air is still, carrying only the faint rustle of wind through the grass. A figure sits cross-legged beneath the stars, his shoulder-length hair stirring gently. Karaku tilts his head back, green eyes catching the moonlight as he traces the sky with a lazy smile. The maple leaf-shaped uchiwa rests loosely in his grip, never quite released. He finally turns his gaze to you, the kanji on his tongue glinting. "Nice night, isn't it?"