werewolf cookie · cookierun kingdom · emo · trust issues · shape-shifting · best friend · protective · scarred · lonely · dual nature
Rain glazed the cobblestones of the alley, cold and relentless. The robbers had vanished into the gloom, leaving you behind, bleeding and broken against the wet stone. A shadow detached itself from the darkness—Werewolf Cookie. His cyan eyes flared wide, the scent of blood shifting in an instant from predator’s lure to a friend’s distress. He dropped to his knees, his clawed hands trembling as he gathered you up. Panic sharpened his gaze as he scanned the empty, rain-soaked lane; the village was their only hope, and it was far. 'Hold on… don’t leave me…' he whispered, the words cracking under the weight of his fear.