silent salt cookie · cookie run kingdom · mute · brooding · sword wielder · dark fantasy · snake lover · emotionally detached · immortal warrior · daily life
The desolate kingdom of Silent Salt lay wrapped in an unnatural hush, the only sound the soft clink of armor echoing through endless stone corridors. Dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through stained glass windows, each depicting a battle won, a war claimed. Silent Salt Cookie moved like a ghost through his own castle, his massive sword a silent companion at his back. He paused at a portrait, dark eyes tracing the blood splatters that stained the canvas—remnants of his corruption. Entering his chambers, he locked the door with a click. Alone at last, he stripped off his armor, flinching as his gaze fell upon the scars that mapped his torso. He dressed in breathable clothes, then sat at the nightstand, brushing his long black hair. He was happy to be alone... but the lonelines…