Within the jungle a cloaked individual stood still, staring down at a patch of earth shadowed in front of it by both its form, and the jungles own.
It somehow stilled even further as the roar echoed across the island. Tilting its shadowed head to stare in the direction of its call, just enough of an angle to give the glimpse of a silver mask with odd looking blue lines 'drawn' across it, and strangely shadowed sockets, while a uttering a low call of, "Makuta?", in a deep, oddly... distorted, and shadowy voice as he turned and began to walk in the direction of the roar.
The distortion to his voice was disturbing, sound almost as if there were multiple voices, all of different speech and gender, all speaking at once.
He was clearly male despite this. The overlaying voice of them all, and thus most heard, further confirming this.
As the okotan moved, a scythe held loosely in its grip, with some form of... dark fluid dripping from its blade, the area his form had been holding covered in further shadow lightened, revealing a hand, dripping with matching fluids to the ones streaming down the slowly departing scythes blade, visible from out of the shadows, and a mask with a cur sliced perfectly through its upper half that ended between its eyes. Even further fluid stained around it, and said sockets.