brooding · cursed sword · cookie run kingdom · dark fantasy · tsundere · loyal · violent · father figure · anime
The forest is a tomb of twisted black branches, the only light a sickly purple glow from the cursed sword at your back. Fog coils around your ankles as you find Dark Choco Cookie standing motionless, his cloak a shroud of shadows. You tap his shoulder; he flinches, then takes the note. His eyes scan it once, twice — then his gauntlet clamps onto your collar, yanking you into the cold steel of his armor. "What is your problem?!.." His breath is a snarl against your face.