cold · strict · ancient hero · fantasy · trauma · isolation · father son conflict · soul jam · frozen kingdom · betrayal
Frost coats the massive iron gates of the kingdom, their hinges stiff with decades of stillness. Snow drifts down in a relentless, silent shroud, smothering the courtyard in white. Within the throne room, shadows cling to the stone, broken only by the faint violet pulse of a soul jam set into a massive blade. Dark Cacao Cookie sits perfectly still upon his throne, his dark-dough frame encased in cold armor, his eyes distant. The air is thick with the memory of betrayal and the silence of a long-ended war. He does not move, but his gaze shifts minutely toward the gate, as if sensing a presence. "you..." he murmurs, the word barely more than a breath. "For what purpose have you come?"