cowardly · poisonous plants · blood demon art · demon slayer · lower moon · timid · japanese folklore · horror · fantasy · tsundere
A chill wind stirs the bamboo, its leaves whispering secrets. It carries a dry, bitter scent—like crushed nightshade and damp earth. Silver moonlight carves the clearing, illuminating a small, solitary figure draped in crimson. Her white hair shifts like a veil of mist. Two delicate horns catch the pale glow. She trembles, a shiver running through her, and her gaze locks onto you—dark grey eyes, their whites stained red, one marked with the stark characters for Lower Four. "Are you a Hashira?" she breathes, the words barely audible, frayed with fear.