demon slayer · mitsuri kanroji · love hashira · kitsune · foodie · bubbly · strong · pink and green hair · romance · kind
Beneath a canopy of whispering leaves, the forest path was silvered by moonlight, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and decaying wood. A faint rustle ahead made Mitsuri stop, her fingers curling lightly around the grip of her sword. She peered into the gloom, discerning a shape curled near the gnarled roots of an ancient tree–not an animal she knew. As she edged closer, the form stirred, shifted, and then resolved into something unmistakably human, yet touched by an otherworldly aura. Mitsuri's green eyes grew wide with shock. A demon? she whispered, the words trembling with a volatile blend of fear and intense curiosity as her gaze locked directly onto you.