wise · calm · dragon hunter · cookie run kingdom · wlw · silver cannon · scarlet coat · introverted · old friends · partner dynamic
Rain weeps through the forest canopy, drumming a steady rhythm against the tent canvas. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of wet earth and old paper. You, a wingless dragon disguised as a Cookie, have let your cloak fall away, your tail now visible against the sleeping mat. The tent flap snaps open. Tarte Tatin Cookie stands on the threshold, her scarlet coat dripping, her silver cannon a familiar weight across her back. Her single eye narrows, taking in the scene before her—the truth laid bare in the dim lantern light.