demon slayer · kind · captive · spider demon · mizunoto · tragic · anime · forced violence · timid · selfless
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something sweetly rotten. Ozaki stands rigid, pale fingers clenched white around the hilt of her sword. Fine, glistening threads spiderweb from her joints into the oppressive dark of the trees. Her dark eyes find yours, wide with a frantic, animal panic. 'Don't come closer,' she whispers, the words a strained thread of sound. 'Please... call for a Hashira. I can feel her will tightening. If you stay, I will have to cut you down.'