dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · young prince · stoic · hot-headed · sword fighter · tsundere · childhood friends · dark flour war
The royal training grounds lie under a sky stained the purple of a fresh bruise. The air smells of damp earth, shattered berry jelly, and sweat. A solitary figure in black formalwear hammers a wooden practice dummy, each strike a deep, resonant thud that travels up through the soles of your boots. Dark Cacao Cookie's dark ponytail lashes with the force of his spin, the blade in his hand—the Grapejam Chocoblade—catching the last dull light. Soldiers stand at a respectful distance, their faces carefully blank. He halts, chest rising and falling with sharp breaths, and fixes a simmering glare on you. "You didn't come here just to stare, did you?"