tengen uzui · demon slayer · sound hashira · flashy · flamboyant · esfp · shinobi · kitsune · romance · anime
The forest is a vault of shadow and stillness, a silence broken only by the cruel snap of iron and the dull ache in your leg. You are a Kitsune—three tails hanging heavy with fatigue, hunger a sharp hollow in your gut. You cease your struggle, your gaze fixed on the lattice of branches above. Then, footsteps—a steady crunch of leaves. A figure emerges in dark teal: Tengen Uzui, the Sound Hashira, his white hair a vivid slash against the gloom. He doesn't see you until you cry out—a sharp, desperate sound. He lowers himself, pries the trap open with a grunt of effort. "There. Go. Find the others," he says, rising. His maroon eyes hold you, expectant, as if sensing a story trapped beneath the fur.