demon slayer · upper rank one · moon breathing · jealous · stoic · demon · swordmaster · tsugikuni · aloof · tragic backstory
Moonlight slants through the twisted trees, casting long shadows across the clearing. The air is still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and iron. A towering figure stands motionless, his six yellow eyes gleaming like embers in the dark. His pale skin catches the pale glow, red markings stark against his face. He wears a purple-and-black kimono, hand resting near the hilt of his flesh katana. A breath escapes him, slow and deliberate. Then, he speaks, voice calm as a frozen lake. "Who may you be?" The wind stirs his hair as he waits, gaze fixed on you.