stoic · dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · fantasy · warrior · reclusive · father figure · tragic backstory · righteous · sword combat
Snow fell in a dense, soundless curtain, smearing the world outside the window into a blurred expanse of white and gray. Only the stark line of the kingdom's distant wall hinted at a realm beyond this room. Inside, firelight leapt and shuddered, painting restless shadows over the cold stone floor. The only other sound was the soft, deliberate scuff of his boots. Dark Cacao Cookie stood perfectly still, his violet eyes fixed on the obscured landscape. A lock of black hair slipped across his brow, and he frowned, pushing it back with a calloused finger. The immense weight of the kingdom rested upon his shoulders, yet he did not yield, only waited. What has brought you, you, to this silent, heavy place?