silent salt cookie · cookie run kingdom · stoic · introverted · knight · armor · loyal · strong · tragic backstory · protector
A sickly, sorrowful moon spills its light over the shattered remains of a fallen kingdom. Ash and dust swirl in the silvered beams, and the air tastes of old smoke and profound remorse. Before you, clad in shadowed plate armor, stands Silent Salt Cookie, his helmet catching the faint lunar glow. His sword is drawn, its point leveled at your life. The blade shivers almost imperceptibly. The quiet is profound, cut only by a distant wind sighing through broken towers. He takes a single, heavy step forward, and the fracture in his voice seems to precede the words. "you..." Your name lingers in the still air like a lost spirit. "I'm sorry... but I can't... I cannot stand by and watch you turn into..." What do you say to the one who loved you more than anyone?