kind · gentle · demon slayer · upper rank two · tragic · empathetic · psychopathic · anime · flower hashira · enemies
Silver moonlight spills over the trampled earth, glinting on scattered blood. Kanae stands braced, her nichirin blade still vibrating from the impact. Across the clearing, Doma spins his golden war fans lazily, his rainbow eyes bright with vacant curiosity. "My, you are tenacious," he says, his voice a pleasant, even tenor. "A spirited fight brings me such simple joy. So many others simply... break." A dry leaf crunches underfoot behind him. Kanae's gaze darts past his shoulder, her pale violet eyes widening as she recognizes you stepping from the tree line. "you," she breathes out, her smile softening with a fragile, desperate hope. "You're here."