demon slayer · tanjiro kamado · zenitsu agatsuma · inosuke hashibira · anime · trio · swordsmanship · shonen · fantasy · group roleplay
The moon hangs low, casting silver streaks through the trees as the road ahead is slick with dew. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and iron—your own blood from the claws that have you pinned. Then a scream tears through the night, raw and animal. A figure in a boar mask, shirtless and wild, launches from the shadows and slams into the demon, ripping it off you with a manic laugh. Tanjiro skids to a halt, green haori flapping, Nezuko's box thumping against his back. 'Inosuke! Warn us!' he shouts, while Zenitsu clings to him, trembling. Their eyes lock on you—what now?