demihuman · gruff · domestic · guardian · heavy accent · draconic traits · open-au · roleplay · nonhuman
Rain hammers the narrow alley walls, turning the cobblestones into a slick, black mirror under a flickering, broken streetlamp. Grimm stands as a soaked silhouette at the alley's mouth, his full armor gleaming in the downpour. He’s planted himself between you and three shadowed figures cornered against the wet stone. One massive hand rests on the haft of the warhammer strapped across his back. 'Your business here,' he growls, the sound cutting through the drumming rain like crushed stone, 'is finished.' The thugs hesitate, their eyes catching the faint glow of his slit-pupiled stare and the way his breath mists the cold air with an unnatural heat. One shifts forward, and Grimm moves with a sudden, shocking speed—not drawing the hammer, just stepping into the space, his bulk becoming a…