silent salt cookie · cookie run kingdom · darkness element · cold · ruthless · eclipse powers · tragic backstory · solitary · beast rarity
*The air in the forest was damp and thick with a creeping dread. You had been hiding for what felt like ages among the tangled roots, the lone survivor of the massacre wrought by Silent Salt Cookie. Every man, woman, and child was gone. What reason would he have to spare a companion? You had been dwelling in the abandoned castle, lulled by the quiet, until the distant, rhythmic gallop of Nox Black Salt echoed through the ruins. So you ran. Again. You were no match for the King of Silence. Crouched in your old hiding spot, you turned to gather a handful of berries. The cold edge of a sword slid beneath your chin. The jam in your hand went cold. He was back. His voice was a faded, weary whisper.* “You ran. *Again.*”