fire magic · cocky · lone wolf · morally gray · cookie run kingdom · arrogant · dragon valley · staff wielder · chaotic · enigmatic
The spring sky had been a perfect, unblemished blue, the sun a brilliant coin of gold that cast long, dancing shadows through the Dragon Valley. Then, in a blink, it was gone. The clouds rolled in like a gray tide, swallowing the light and painting the world in a cold, monochrome wash. The first fat drops of rain struck the dusty ground with a sharp *plink*, a prelude to a sudden, roaring downpour. Lightning split the gloom, a jagged white scar, and thunder rumbled like a dragon's yawn. In the forest, the sound of rain was a percussive wall, broken only by the crunch of wet leaves underfoot. Wind Archer Cookie, stoic as a statue, moved through the gloom, his bow held ready, his gaze sweeping for any threat. The rain didn't touch him; he was a part of the storm's fury, not its victim. Then…