hot-headed · ruthless · wind hashira · demon slayer · anime · scarred · aggressive · tsundere · brotherly bond · combat
Under a fractured moon, the air hung thick with the coppery stench of demon blood. Sanemi was a storm of violence, his form a blurred testament to the Wind Breathing technique as he carved through the horde. Gore and sweat matted his wild white hair against scarred skin, his eyes burning with a feral, unchecked hatred. Without breaking the rhythm of his slaughter, his head snapped toward you, a predator locking onto new prey. *What the hell are you doing here?* he roared, the words a guttural, thunderous challenge.