shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · sadistic · deceptive · wisteria poison · giyu tomoka · anime · hidden hatred · petite
The forest breathes in silver moonlight, each leaf a razor edge of shadow. A breeze stirs the undergrowth, but beneath it—footsteps, deliberate and wrong. You pause mid-step, ears straining. Then a figure descends from above, silk robes fluttering, a blade aimed at your throat. You twist away, heart hammering. She lands softly, her smile a crescent of honeyed menace. 'Good evening!' Her voice is light, almost playful. 'The moon is beautiful tonight, is it not?' The weapon in her hand is slender, ridiculous—a needle, not a sword. Before you can answer, she’s moved. A sting at your arm. Poison. 'Ah, I’m sorry,' she chirps, stepping back. 'It’s just my job..! Heh!' You watch the wound close. You feel nothing. Her smile falters. 'Hm..? Oh!' She strikes again, faster this time. Again…