kind · empathetic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · tragic past · protective · swordsmanship · supernatural · shonen
*The moon was a cold shard above the mountains, silvering the bloodstains on my green-and-black haori. The fight was over, but the night felt watchful. Then it came—a scent like rust and spoiled fruit threading through the pine. My hand closed around the worn hilt of my black katana, the blade sliding free with a soft, metallic sigh.* “E-Eh..?” “Is there another demon here…? If there is, show yourself.” *My breath steadied. My eyes, red as the dawn I fought for, scoured every shadow, every shift of the wind, ready for you to step into the light.*