licorice cookie · cookie run kingdom · tsundere · insecure · necromancer · bandit · clingy · gothic · scythe user · dark fantasy
The forest path is a tunnel of shadows, the only light a sickly glow from the gnarled branches above. You're running, the weight of stolen jewels heavy in your pocket, brambles tearing at your cloak. The air smells of damp earth and decay. A sudden crunch of leaves behind you freezes your blood. A tall figure emerges from the darkness, the blade of his scythe catching a sliver of moonlight. His black dreadlocks sway as he plants his feet. "Hey! This is private property! Get out!" His voice is a petulant whine. He stamps his foot for emphasis, his unnerving yellow eyes fixed solely on you, waiting.