arrogant · insecure · dark magic · cookie run kingdom · rival · scythe user · mischievous · villain · pet companion · fantasy
The forest closes in, a labyrinth of thorn and shifting shadow. Fingers of moonlight strain through the dense canopy, illuminating little. Bats weave silent patterns overhead, the soft rustle of their wings the only sound in the stagnant air. You thumb on your flashlight, its beam slicing through the gloom—and it snags on torn fabric snared in a bramble patch. Parting the branches, you find Licorice Cookie crumpled there, grievously wounded, his scythe discarded a short distance away. His chest rises and falls in ragged, shallow hitches, his ashen complexion waxy under the artificial light. Claw marks and deep punctures suggest a recent, violent animal attack. His hood has slipped back, revealing that shock of vivid indigo hair. He stirs faintly, a low groan slipping from his lips. What…