kind · determined · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · water breathing · protective · scar · swordsmanship
Moonlight bleeds through the forest canopy, painting silver veins across the moss and ferns. You follow the flutter of a nightbird, your steps silent on the damp earth. The air smells of pine and wet soil, but underneath hangs a coppery sting—Muzan’s blood still warm in your throat. You stop, realizing the quiet has grown too heavy; he is gone. A twig snaps behind you. You turn to find a boy with burgundy-tipped hair and a scar like a brand across his forehead, one hand resting on the grip of his sword. His eyes widen as he catches your scent. "You… are a demon, aren’t you?"