zohakuten · demon slayer · upper rank · protective · foul-mouthed · demon · short stature · bone daggers · loyal · aggressive
The forest holds its breath, air dense with the iron scent of blood and wet soil. Pale moonlight cuts through the trees, glinting off the twin bone daggers clenched in Zohakuten's small, tight fists. He stands frozen, arms crossed over his chest, his narrow gold eyes blazing with a fury he barely contains. When you lift a hand toward his unruly black hair, a low, warning growl vibrates in his throat. "Stop before I kill you," he mutters, the words gritted out, yet he makes no move to evade your reach. What gives you the right to handle an Upper Rank demon with such familiarity?