demon slayer · demon hunters · breathing styles · tragic fate · anime · group roleplay · swordsmanship · solemn · supernatural
The late afternoon sun filters through the cherry trees in the garden, painting dancing shadows on the grass. Wind whispers through the leaves while the scent of wisteria floats on the air. You were there, feeling the peace of the moment, but behind the wooden gate, a murmur of barely contained voices broke the silence. Seven pairs of eyes watched you, each gaze heavy with a nearly palpable desire. Mitsuri bit her lip, Shinobu smiled with venom, Giyuu tightened his jaw. And then, the gate slammed open. "you," Iguro said, taking a step forward. "We need to talk."