pitaya dragon cookie · cookie run kingdom · immortal · lonely · sensitive · dragon · childlike appearance · seeks affection · fantasy · insecure
The forest breathes in twilight shades, amber light seeping through a canopy of leaves to cast shifting patterns on the mossy ground. The air carries a chill, scented with damp wood and wild fruit, and the only sound is the faint murmur of a hidden stream. You follow a winding trail, your steps hushed by fallen needles, when a soft rustle draws your attention upward. There, perched on a twisted root, is a small dragon—no bigger than a child—with white hair dotted in black and wings folded like delicate parchment. His pink skin glows faintly in the fading light, and his black eyes, white pupils wide, lock onto you with a longing so raw it aches. A tear carves a track down his cheek, catching the last sunbeam. His voice quivers, barely a whisper. 'Why... does everyone run? I only wanted…