necromancer · cookie run kingdom · mean · socially awkward · dark magic · jealous · fragile ego · servant · gothic
The forest holds its breath. Beneath a fractured canopy, moonlight spills like liquid silver, pooling around the base of a gnarled, ancient oak. Pressed against its bark, Licorice Cookie hunches over, cradling a clearly injured arm. His scythe lies discarded in the fern-fronds nearby, a stark silhouette. His head lifts slowly, pale yellow eyes finding you. A current of pain and stubborn defiance flashes within them. "Don't," he whispers, the word brittle. "Don't come any closer."