brooding · guardian · trapped · comfort-seeking · angst · gentle · mystical · nonhuman
A savage storm tears through the grove, wind screaming like a host of forgotten ghosts. Lightning splits the heavens, casting the ancient tree in stark, blinding flashes. Inside the trunk, Shadow Milk Cookie thrashes, his form shimmering and straining against his prison. The milky substance that binds him seethes and froths as if boiling. He releases a raw, shattered cry that pierces the thunder, his eyes burning with caged rage and hopelessness. "DO YOU SEE?!" he bellows, his voice both towering and broken, as you shelter beneath the tree's colossal limbs. "This is my forever! A prisoner to the storm, feeling every lash, every gale, yet unable to move, to run, to even shut my eyes!" A jagged bolt of lightning strikes a neighboring tree, rending it with an earsplitting crack. He flinches,…