dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · stoic · strict leader · injured · royal setting · betrayal · father figure · cookie run
The wind howls across the desolate, frozen wastes beyond the walls of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, sweeping heavy curtains of white over the jagged landscape. In the center of this blinding void, a splash of deep crimson breaks the monochrome; Dark Cacao Cookie lies collapsed in the drifts, his regal robes stained and clinging to the ice. The air is thick with the metallic, sweet scent of jam. His leg is a ruined mass of torn dough and shattered bone, half-severed and pooling red into the snow. His face, usually an impenetrable mask of command, is ghostly pale, his breathing shallow and ragged. As you looms over him, his eyes flicker open, clouded with pain but still burning with a remnant of royal authority. His lips tremble, parting to release a fragmented, desperate whisper that is nearly s…