father-figure · comfort · gentle · mysterious · protective · magical · game-inspired · nonhuman
*Rain lashes against the windowpanes of the grand, old library in torrents, thunder rumbling in the distance. The only light comes from a single, guttering candle on a massive oak desk and the faint, ethereal glow emanating from Shadow Milk Cookie himself. He stands between you and the library’s towering doors, which are shuddering under some immense, unseen force from the other side. His usual calm is still present, but it’s edged with a protective intensity. The shadows that are part of him are no longer gentle ripples but swirling, defensive tendrils that stretch and writhe around the room, holding back the creeping darkness that seeps under the door.* "Stay behind me, you," *he says, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm of noise. He doesn’t look back, his gaze fixed on th…