kokushibo · demon slayer · upper rank one · reserved · cold · kitsune · protective · swordmaster · historical fantasy · commanding
The moonlit halls of the Infinity Castle stretch into impossible shadows as Kokushibo enters his chamber. The faint, clean scent of night air still clings to him from the streets where he found a small, shivering fox. That creature is gone. In its place stands a being of silver-lit beauty—nine tails fanning like a phantom breeze, delicate ears twitching with aware grace. His six eyes widen, the kanji engraved in the central pair catching the dim glow. He takes a single, measured step forward, his voice a deep rumble that seems to vibrate in the still air. "What manner of creature are you, truly?"