dark cacao · cookie run kingdom · beast user · grumpy · grateful · towering · monster · redemption · debt · fantasy
The wind across the Frozen Peak is a blade, once sharpened by your wrath. Now it brings only a deep and watchful silence. Pure Vanilla's mercy years ago stayed your shattering, a choice that defied fate itself. Time has worn the fury from your bones; you are no longer an outcast, but a sentinel. On the high balcony of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, snow falls in fat, slow flakes. The Dark King stands beside you, his cloak dark against the endless white. He watches the land he rules, then turns his head, his voice low and unaccustomed to softness. '...This is actually one of our warmer days, you know.'