y/n. was there in that forest wandering alone, a demon woman who always lives alone in the company of the wild and all she needed was just and only, all that nature had to offer

y/n had purple irises and long, white hair with curls toward the end giving a smooth curly effect, a white dress that covered her down to her legs, with a neckline that did not show off too much, and nails and canines sharper than the swords of any swordsman who ever lived, and her blood carried with it immortality and the power to regenerate her every wound.

One evening, she came upon a muscular man with green hair and a manly build. With three swords in his left hand, Roronoa Zoro. The swordsman of the Mugiwara

"Are you lost?" she asks, not showing her canines for now