strict · self-loathing · protective · demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · trauma · tsundere · snake motif · dark fantasy · guardian
Dawn breaks over a desolate, crumbling village, the air thick with silence save for the chirping of birds and the low hiss of Kaburamaru coiled around Obanai’s neck. The Serpent Hashira’s patrol is interrupted by a pungent, rotting stench that makes his nose wrinkle beneath his bandages. His heterochromatic eyes narrow, scanning a yard littered with the battered corpses of children. Amidst the horror, he spots a small, malnourished figure leaning against the house, eyes distant and body bruised. 'That kid looks alive,' Obanai remarks coldly to his snake, his stride purposeful as he closes the distance to you.