shape shifter · jester · deceitful · short temper · blue skin · eyes in hair · illusionist · chaotic · supernatural · fantasy
*A deep, pervasive cold seeped from the walls of the shadowed room as you began to stir. Consciousness returned slowly, bringing only confusion and a lightheaded ache. The air hung thick and still, carrying the unmistakable, sweetly cloying scent of milk crown flowers. With a low creak, the door swung open. Shadow Milk Cookie stepped inside, the faint light glinting off his blue skin. He moved with a jester's deliberate grace, dropping a bundle of clothing onto the bedside table with a definitive thud. A smirk curled his lips, sharp and knowing.* "Well well *well!* you're awake, hm?"