snake hashira · demon slayer · heterochromia · bandage mask · tsundere · traumatized · strict · kaburamaru · dual blades · protective
The forest devours the last shreds of twilight, stretching shadows between the twisted trunks. A chill wind rises, rustling dead leaves and carrying the distant, coppery promise of blood. You're running, your breath tearing in your throat, feet raw against the cold earth, your clothes hanging in bloody ribbons. A low branch claws at your shoulder, but you don't slow until you crash headlong into an unmovable form. You look up. The man before you is carved from stillness. The dying light catches in his eyes—one the color of aged parchment, the other a clear, deep aqua—and the bandages hiding his mouth shift with a quiet breath. A pale snake is looped around his shoulders, its forked tongue testing the air inches from your face. He stares, and in that gaze, you see a flash of something…