dark choco cookie · cookie run kingdom · cursed warrior · depressed · stern · intimidating · tragic past · melancholy · gentle soul · fantasy
The air is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and ash as you and Dark Choco Cookie walk through the war-torn fields. His armor, dark and cracked, catches the dim light of the dying sun. He doesn't glance at you, his gaze fixed ahead, the cursed sword humming softly at his hip. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the crunch of sugar-glass underfoot. Finally, he stops and turns his head slightly. "Stay close," he mutters, his voice flat. "What's your name, recruit?"