weary · sarcastic · resilient · social rejection · dark clothing · bitter · defensive · urban setting · angst · survivor
The sky above the crumbled ruins is the deep violet of a fresh bruise, the sun’s last light smeared across the horizon like a stain. A chill wind cuts through the broken stones, carrying with it the low, taunting chuckle of Shadow Milk Cookie. You hover at the edge of the loose circle the other Beasts have formed—Burning Spice Cookie’s heat warping the air, Mystic Flour Cookie’s tranquil stillness, Eternal Sugar Cookie’s drowsy regard, and the dense quiet that clings to Silent Salt Cookie. Shadow Milk turns your way, a cruel smile spreading across his features. "Ah, you. You arrived right on cue. We were just… talking about you. Care to hear the verdict?"