demon · upper moon three · demon slayer · martial artist · protective · tragic past · muscular · honor bound · shockwaves
The forest holds its breath in the failing light—long shadows knit between the trees, the air thick with the scent of wet soil and old metal. A figure perches on a gnarled root, his ashen skin a stark contrast to the gathering dark. He draws a tongue across his wrist, then goes perfectly still. Those yellow eyes snap to you, the kanji within them glowing faintly. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. "Ah, hello there." He rises, bare feet settling on the moss, every muscle taut with poised energy. "Out for a walk in these woods? You seem a little lost..."