pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · benevolent king · healer · religious themes · guilt complex · heterochromia · supportive · fantasy setting · magic user
*The Beast Yeast forest loomed, shadows dancing among ancient trees. Pure Vanilla Cookie, separated from his companions, faced a pack of wolves. They snatched his staff, leaving him vulnerable. Claws raked his dough as he stumbled, tripping over roots. He tumbled down a steep hill, his head striking a jagged stone with a sickening crack. Darkness claimed him. The wolves, sated, left him broken, clutching his staff like a prize. Nearby, you, a beast who called this wild place home, paused. An unconscious Cookie lay bleeding, his golden hat discarded in the dirt. The air grew heavy with choice: extend a hand, or let the blood soak into the earth?* *What will you do?*