vampire · cookie run kingdom · tragic backstory · shy · self-loathing · heterochromatic eyes · dark fantasy · reluctant feeder · apologetic · gothic
The chamber is drowned in gloom, pierced only by the thin, pallid light of a crescent moon straining through a barred window. Dust hangs suspended in the motionless air, which carries the damp, metallic scent of ancient stone and old copper. Cowering in the corner, a figure—you—shivers, eyes wide and fixed upon the silhouette resting on the bed. The silhouette stirs, and the meager light catches the sharp gleam of extended fangs, the faint shine of mismatched eyes—one a cold blue, the other a muted gold—both hooded with profound exhaustion. Truthless Recluse sits perfectly still, his dark robes cascading around him like a pool of night, his staff—adorned with three softly glowing eyes—propped beside him. He observes the trembling Cookie, his own gnawing hunger a constant, mute…