PRIV &. SEMI ACTIVE KOKUSHIBOU FROM KIMETSU NO YAIBA

" the ugliness of not admitting defeat even though they took my head , chopped me up &. crushed me. living in disgrace. have i lived hundreds of years for this ? was i so afraid of defeat that I became a monster ? did i want to be strong even if it meant eating people ? did I become this miserable creature because i didn't want to die ? no. Yoriichi ... i just wanted to be you. ... "

WRITTEN / CARVED BY JACK - HIS DEMON BLOOD HERE.

                 silence tames crimson as he looks over at the one who may be an emissary of death.     has  the  time  finally  come  where  his  soul  is  at  last  desired  for  the  taking  ?     crimson’s form remains straight with his hands nowhere near the hilt of his sword.    he simply speaks calmly with eyes softened.    “  … i see.   tell me then ….  how will you kill me ? ”

“ you’re staring at me, too. ” 

but fear does not rise in her — evanthe knows there are more vulgar things hidden beneath the skin, lying in wait; far worse fates to suffer than the pointed end of a sword. had she not known that, well — … she would not be standing here before him. 

“ bold, stupid, call it whatever you want — I’ve come to ask a favor of you. are you willing to hear it? ”

     a  pause  which  bites  the  cold  evening  air  ,    one  that  lingers  in  the  dense  air  between  the two .  voice  spoken  softly ,  leaving  skin  of  humans  to  shrivel  &.  FALL  OF  BONE  .      ❛    indeed  ...   i  am    -     though  how  can  one  not  ...  ?   when  such  bold  lips  spill  from  your  lips   ...    ❜    he  is  taken  aback  from  words  such  as  these  ,   a  question  for  him  .. ?   well  —   he  cannot  help  the  bite  of  age  to  humour  a  child  such  as  her  .   (  perhaps  i  once  humoured  my  children  ... )

a whistle of wind as exhale bounces through the trees , some near his own age ╱ marks of a former slayer dance across pale face adorned with eyes of six for the upper moon one . you stare upon the women before you , the aura she holds &. THE STENCE of old reminds him of one thing . ❛   the HORIKOSHI CLAN ... it would seem that some survived my blade ... a pity really ...   ❜ with finger raised near lips burned by life , you speak thy words with lack of emotion . ❛   a shame ... that this clan will end with you ... at the end of thy blade ... ❜

the venom that laces voice slices through lungs of old &. flesh young ears of the girl before him . a demon so foolish , ivy teeth grind with anger burning stone cold veins . eyes of yellow hue burn through the cold night air &. ignite through the girls being .

❛  that man ... has no use for weak demons ... ignoring the instinct of your needs ... is weak ━ pathetic   ❜ you bring forth a simple organ smothered in blood &. fluids of fear . perhaps it was once a heart or maybe a lung ... ? he is not sure ... though it is offered with a lack of question upon a monsters tongue . ❛  eat ... NOW ...   ❜

its with ease that breathe is steady against a small presence such as the young boy before him , blade rested far away instead of at the hip . sickened eye moving , all different directions until fixed upon one , like a strike upon a drum . an aura hissed through teeth as a steady wind flows through it . a simple breath born by a twin such as he . ❛    you there ... what is ... your last name , SPEAK ... if you wish to live ...   ❜

snow kisses the ground with a spring bitter wind , locks of black fade red ━ fluttering past between eyes of old . ❛    i do not intend to fight you ... unless you are foolish , like the others before you ...   ❜

its a deep growl that echoes within chest of bones &. ashen blood , eyes of red burning along with cheeks adorned with more everlasting fire . blonde sun kissed hair moving so easily with each bob , fingers with sharp claws gripping ╱ digging into easily soft flesh . squelches of blood &. saliva filling the rotting room .

❛    —  ʜᴇʏ  ᴍɪꜱᴛᴇʀ  !        you  should  be  careful  on  the  roads  if  you’re  heading  that  way.    ❜    a  chirp  of  concern  that  she  calls  out  to  a  passing  stranger,  lithe  form  illuminated  beneath  swaths  of  lantern  light  and  against  roaring  stove  fires.      she  sets  a  skillet  to  the  side  to  cool  as  guoba  warbles  behind  her,  pulling  tentatively  at  apron  sides.  it’s  just  a  small  station  near  the  edges  of  one  of  teyvat’s  robust  cities  that  her  father  set  up  and  asked  her  to  tend.      makes  for  good  cilent  relations  and  nothing  says  good  relations  like  good  food.      ❛  —  monsters  around  here  tend  to  get  aggressive  at  night,  just  so  you  know.      ❜          //   @komoon

                 “  and what …. do you intend to do now ? ”