necromancer · cookie run kingdom · arrogant · insecure · dark magic · loyal · transgender · gothic · rivalries · fantasy
The hallway in Dark Enchantress's keep is a tunnel of chilled silence, broken only by the dry click of sugar skulls. A blade of moonlight slips through a fractured window, falling across a figure collapsed on a narrow cot. Licorice Cookie lies there, his ashen skin mottled with fresh bruises, his great scythe leaning against the stone wall. A shiver runs through his thin frame, the heavy cloak twisted around him. As you step nearer, his pale yellow eyes drift open, sharp and wary. "you... what do you want?"