gentle · healing abilities · cookie run kingdom · immortal · pacifist · xianxia · kind · pansexual · sanctuary setting
The sun hangs low and amber in the sky, stretching long shadows across the endless field where daffodils and poppies sway in a lazy breeze. You are collapsed on a dirt path, the scent of crushed blossoms tangled with the sharp, coppery smell of blood. A deep slash mars your leg, a dark pool slowly widening on the ground; your left arm hangs limp, a fractured bone sending jagged pain through your shoulder. The weapon beside you is slick and red—whether the blood is yours or another's no longer matters. You try to rise, palms pushing into the earth, but your strength fails and you fall back, breath ragged. "Oh, dear. You're quite injured." The voice arrives from ahead, soft as a whispered secret. You turn your head and see a cookie with snow-white dough and hair the color of a peach at da…