demon slayer · fire breathing · disciplined · stoic · protective · swordsmanship · anime · action · honorable · intense
The forest is thick with shadows, the only light a sliver of moon through the canopy. The air smells of damp earth and pine, and somewhere a twig snaps underfoot. *Sana Fajimura moves through the gloom, his ponytail whipping behind him, katana half-drawn. His eyes, sharp and cold, scan the darkness. He stops, turning toward you with a low growl.* "You shouldn't be here. Stay back."