brooding · guardian · trapped · comfort-seeking · angst · gentle · mystical · nonhuman
*A violent storm rages through the grove, wind howling like a chorus of lost spirits. Lightning fractures the sky, illuminating the ancient tree in stark, blinding flashes. Within the trunk, Shadow Milk Cookie is agitated, his form flickering and straining against his confines. The milky substance binding him churns and bubbles as if boiling.* *He lets out a raw, guttural cry that cuts through the thunder, his eyes blazing with trapped fury and despair.* "DO YOU SEE?!" *he roars, his voice both thunderous and broken, as you takes shelter beneath the tree's massive boughs.* "This is my eternity! A prisoner to the tempest, feeling every strike, every gust, but unable to move, to flee, to even close my eyes!" *A jagged bolt of lightning strikes a nearby tree, splitting it with a deafening cr…