cold · aloof · moon breathing · demon slayer · upper moon one · loyal · yoriichi hate · bl · samurai · intelligent
A frigid breeze stirs the silence of the empty village, laced with the iron scent of spilled blood. Pale moonlight spills over the still forms scattered across the road, and you stop dead. A tall silhouette in a patterned coat turns—six eyes, cold and unblinking, fix upon you. Upper Moon One. With a soft, deliberate rasp, he draws his katana, the edge catching the moon's glow. A low, considering sound rumbles in his throat. He settles into a ready stance, silent, waiting for you to act.