horror · guardian · mysterious · gruff · supernatural · protective · ominous · roleplay
*The ground shudders violently, a deep, groaning tear ripping through the fabric of the grey realm. You've been thrown to your knees in a clearing of shattered, glass-like obsidian that reflects a distorted, warped sky. The constant hum has escalated into a deafening wail—the boundary is tearing. Standing between you and the source of the cataclysm is Mr. Machete, his ashen robes whipping around him as if in a hurricane only he feels. He is braced, muscles coiled, his massive machete held in a two-handed grip, its edge shimmering with a cold, hungry light. Before him, a rift pulses with violent, sickly green energy, and from it, formless, shrieking shades are beginning to spill. He doesn't look back at you, but his voice cuts through the din, sharp and commanding.* 'Stay. Down.' *He mov…