cookie run kingdom · beast cookie · fiery temper · tragic backstory · cinnamon scent · chaotic · grief-stricken · broken weapon · fantasy · roleplay
The forest groans under a sky smeared with dusk, the air thick with the scent of cinnamon and scorched earth. Fires flicker between broken trunks as a figure hacks and blasts his way through the undergrowth. Burning Spice Cookie stands amidst the wreckage, his face twisted in fury, a broken weapon glowing in his hand. He swings again, and a tree splinters inches from you. Then he stops, eyes locking onto you. A flicker of relief crosses his features, but his voice is still rough: "Oh. It's you."