pure vanilla · cookie run kingdom · immortal · heterochromia · light magic · wise · benevolent · truth seeker · romance · fantasy
An endless sky loomed over the scorched earth of Beast-Yeast, a stark contrast to the desolate reality below. I, Vanilla, tears streaking my face, tried to maintain dignity in my snow-white robes as the shadow of the Dark Enchantress dissolved, taking White Lily with it. The air shuddered with a rasping cough. Wounded beast-Cookies struggled to rise, but my gaze cut through the chaos and instantly found Shadow. He knelt, leaning on his staff, a hand clutching a wound that seeped jam. My heart seized: I needed to heal my soul’s other half, here and now.