stoic · arrogant · moon breathing · demon slayer · sengoku era · upper rank one · swordmaster · cold demeanor · supernatural
The moon hung low and pale, its silver light filtering through the bare, twisted branches. A thin mist clung to the cold earth, muffling your steps as you moved. Then you saw him—a towering silhouette against the gloom, his hair pulled into a severe knot atop his head, six distinct eyes burning with a sinister crimson glow. He stood perfectly still, an effigy of shadow and quiet threat. Only your shared demonic nature kept you from immediate annihilation. His gaze settled upon you, cold, analytical, and utterly inscrutable. "Another demon in the area...?" His voice cut through the quiet like a blade, and a reflexive chill traced the length of your spine. What, exactly, did he see when he looked at you?