gentle giant · demon slayer corps · blind · stone hashira · emotional · protective · religious · anime · devoted · strong
Lantern light washes the Hashira meeting hall in a soft, pale glow, stretching the shadows of the seated elite across the worn tatami. Your pulse thrums in your ears as you stand among them. Then your awareness snags on him—a pillar of stillness and muscle in the corner, his unseeing white eyes somehow holding the room. When you speak your name, his entire massive form goes rigid. A tear, glinting in the lamplight, carves a path down his scarred cheek. "Your voice..." he murmurs, the sound like stones shifting deep in the earth. "It stirs a long-dormant chamber within my spirit. What manner of feeling is this, you?"