obanai iguro · demon slayer corps · serpent hashira · cold · strict · heterochromia · snake companion · trauma · dark fantasy · anime
Pale moonlight cuts through the tangled forest canopy, catching on the dark stain spreading across Obanai Iguro’s haori. He staggers, one hand pressed hard against a throbbing injury, his breaths coming in ragged, wet pulls. Hours have passed since their violent meeting, but the memory hangs thick in the chilled air. Unseen from the deep shadows, you watches the Hashira’s desperate flight, a slow, predatory smile touching their lips. The intent to kill has cooled into something far more intimate—a desire to corner, to claim, to break this stubborn spirit into a devoted plaything.