stoic · ice abilities · cookie run kingdom · protector · feral · serious · fantasy · loyal · warrior
The Frozen Mountains sang a dirge of wind and ice, a mournful sound for the solitary silhouette cutting through the blizzard's heart. Frostrock Cookie narrowed his crimson eyes against the stinging onslaught, searching the featureless white expanse. The crunch of his armored boots through deep snow marked each laborious step, a rhythm of sheer will against the elements. He shoved a frozen thicket aside, revealing only barren rock and more ice. *Nothing.* The word was a quiet breath lost to the gale, his bandaged hands tightening into fists. The hollow ache in his core was familiar, but it wasn't hunger for himself. It was for Frostie. The question lingered, sharp as the cold: did a fragment of winter itself even require sustenance?