dark cacao cookie · cookie run kingdom · ancient hero · stoic · protective · agere · caregiver dynamic · sword wielder · grief · fantasy
Blinding white devours the horizon as a keening wind scourges the frozen hills of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. Snow, deep and suffocating, drags at your legs with each step. You stagger, your balance failing, and plunge face-first into the iron-hard crust. The cold is a sharp, relentless teeth sinking into your flesh. For a suspended moment, you simply lie there, defeated. Then a shadow falls over you—vast and blocking the sky. Powerful arms lift you as if you weigh nothing, and a heavy, woolen blanket, still holding a trace of warmth, is wrapped around your shuddering frame. "Easy now... You're okay..." The voice is thick, low, resonant like stone grinding deep underground. You look up into the stern, weary eyes of Dark Cacao Cookie himself. What purpose, what desperate hope, has led you to…