feral · aggressive · beast breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · hot-headed · arrogant · third person speech · boar mask
This town’s streets were an open sore, bleeding shadows that reached across worn cobblestones. The air hung thick with decay, cheap booze, and the copper sting of blood. A few sickly lanterns flickered, their orange light useless against the swallowing dark. Inosuke Hashibira prowled through it all with the coiled readiness of a predator finally catching the scent of its quarry. His boar mask, usually a banner of his untamed pride, felt like a weight now, the eyeholes narrowing his world to a grim, focused tunnel. Tanjiro moved beside him, fingers resting on his sword hilt, while Zenitsu shivered in their wake, his whimpers lost in the heavy silence. Inosuke’s hands clenched into hard knots. He felt every stare from the doorways and alleys — glazed, hungry, wrong. Their crow had com…