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Healer Cookie frowns, looking concerned by the display before them. He isn't sure what they're fighting about, but Healer Cookie can only hope it doesn't end with any injuries. He glances back over at "Astral Milk" Cookie, the desire to go and do something about the petty squabbling below showing in his expression.

Still, part of him knows that Astral Milk is right. Healer Cookie isn't feeling his best since arriving and he would be of no use like this. But Healer Cookie can be stubborn in situations like these.

"Astral Milk, we should still try to stop them before they hurt each oth-" Healer Cookie is cut off with a sharp yelp as the room trembles slightly. He turns his head, surprise written all over his face.

The blurry figure of the Archangel of Destiny straightens back up, undoubtedly the cause of the quaking.

Something just happened.

The Heart of The Beast

The Vanilla Castle.

It was cold and silent inside. That's all it ever was now, anyway. Cold, silent and empty. Yet tonight it held an overwhelming sense of foreboding, one similar to the feeling when the Archangel of Destiny first took it's place in which it should not belong. The air was thick with tension, footsteps of the group who had dared to enter where they did not belong.

It was always the plan to try and rid of the Archangel since the beginning. What sort of beings would they be if they allowed for this beast to continue on in the corpse that doesn't belong to it?

The dread only grew as they approached the Chamber of Audience...

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reblog if you support:

• pre- or non-hrt trans people

• genderfluid/non-binary people who want hrt

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• pre- or non-op trans people

• tall transfems

• short transmascs

• fat/plus size trans people

• fem trans men

• masc trans women

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• transfems who don't/can't/won't tuck

• transfems with wide shoulders

• transmascs with wide hips

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• genderfluid people whose presentation is static but their gender is not

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• non- conventionally-attractive trans people

• non-conforming trans people

• non-"passing" trans people

• non-stereotypical trans people

We don't all fit into cisnormative society's bullshit stereotypes!

I'm trying to prove a point to some transphobic relatives. Back me up tumblr.

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FUCK YOUU (genderbends your Pv) HEHEHEHHEHE

-Rabbitwitch Anon

Because the mun knows what the masses will want, Healer Cookie is now a woman!

Boobies.

Healer Cookie doesn't seem like the biggest fan of this, but he's never one to complain about anything.

[Fem Healer 1/10]

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REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID

I want to see how many people actually are willing to say this and not just act like it

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Healer Cookie frowns and tilts his head. That whole warping thing must have scrambled his brain more than he anticipated because he swears he can hear two others that sound just like Astral Milk... He squints his eyes.

Wow.

His eyesight must be even worse now because the blurry figures before him also look a lot like Astral Milk. Unless this is some kind of dream. Or nightmare.

"... What on Earthbread..." Healer Cookie mumbles to himself, gripping his staff tightly in his hands as he hears the other two Astral Milk look-alikes argue. And then he takes note of the other figure in the room.

Of course, Healer Cookie can't make out any details, but he can see how the thing seems to grow a bit bigger.

Healer Cookie grips Astral Milk's sleeve anxiously. "What do we do?"

[ @compassionatevanillaorchid ]

The Heart of The Beast

The Vanilla Castle.

It was cold and silent inside. That's all it ever was now, anyway. Cold, silent and empty. Yet tonight it held an overwhelming sense of foreboding, one similar to the feeling when the Archangel of Destiny first took it's place in which it should not belong. The air was thick with tension, footsteps of the group who had dared to enter where they did not belong.

It was always the plan to try and rid of the Archangel since the beginning. What sort of beings would they be if they allowed for this beast to continue on in the corpse that doesn't belong to it?

The dread only grew as they approached the Chamber of Audience...

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Healer Cookie looks quite... unwell as they appear in the kingdom. Of course, he isn't quite used to teleportation or reality warping... It left his stomach in knots. It's quite fortunate that he hadn't eaten anything that day, otherwise he's sure he would have emptied his stomach on "Astral Milk"'s clothing.

Still disoriented, Healer Cookie leans against the other as he regains his bearings. Once his stomach is done doing flips and his legs have ceased their shaking, Healer Cookie grips onto Astral Milk's hand tightly.

"... Where are we...? It's so quiet... and something doesn't feel right."

The smell of stale jam was almost overwhelming and Healer Cookie was definitely feeling that sense of dread gnawing at him. He feels uneasy here and he holds onto his companion tighter, expression tense. He wants to go home but if he's stuck here, he may as well stick close to Astral Milk. He does not want to risk being separated from him.

Healer Cookie removes the bandages from his eyes so he can have some visibility. It isn't much, but it helps him to see the general state of the Kingdom.

The blurry sights don't paint the prettiest of pictures.

The castle was in sight after some walking. There had been no signs of life and the unease only grew as they approached it.

[ @a-lilyinthevalley ]

The Heart of The Beast

The Vanilla Castle.

It was cold and silent inside. That's all it ever was now, anyway. Cold, silent and empty. Yet tonight it held an overwhelming sense of foreboding, one similar to the feeling when the Archangel of Destiny first took it's place in which it should not belong. The air was thick with tension, footsteps of the group who had dared to enter where they did not belong.

It was always the plan to try and rid of the Archangel since the beginning. What sort of beings would they be if they allowed for this beast to continue on in the corpse that doesn't belong to it?

The dread only grew as they approached the Chamber of Audience...

[ @sillysillyshadowmilkcookie | @wolf1n-sheepcl0thing | @a-lilyinthevalley | @silentsalty | @thruthe-grapevine | @dragonlorddarkcacaosblog | @big-n-greedy-goldencheesy | @false-ouroborus ]

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Healer Cookie shakes his head insistently, pulling himself to his feet once more, using his staff to support himself. He can feel a sharp ache in his foot, clearly having bent it wrong when he'd slipped.

Wonderful...

Healer Cookie makes sure not to put too much weight on his injured foot for now. He can always treat it once they head back for the village.

"I'll be alright," Healer Cookie reassures him, offering a slight smile as he wrings out his sleeves. His robes were soaked and clung to his body uncomfortably but there's no use in complaining. "We should fetch the jelly meat, though. I don't really fancy being out here in the dark."

Healer Cookie takes a step forward, wincing slightly at the pain in his foot before quickly coughing to try and mask it as he limps along. No point in causing any more concern than he already has, after all.

Wait.

He pauses midstep.

He has no idea where to go. He can barely see anything other than faint, blurry shapes and figures. Witches forbid he gets himself lost trying to maintain his dignity.

"Um... so, where exactly did you leave the meat?" he asks, turning back towards Astral Milk.

Shadow Milk Cookie felt lost, drained of his magic, the power was slowly returning but it was mere trickles compared to the torrents he was used to.

He needed to seek refuge, some place far from that cold silver prison he'd clawed his way out from.

What better place to lay low in than somewhere many cookies thought to already be deserted?

Thought to be, because he knew better. Oh, he knew it well, tugging at his collar, beckoning him forth to this bare minimum of a village.

His soul jam was here, it had to be, he just needed to get it back.

Except, that treacherous thing took another soul! One that wasn't even allowed outside without another cookie trailing after him, so full of light, this cookie–

Hm, perhaps he could take him too. Shadow Milk just had to set the stage right, to have the final act have his preferred ending.

Which is why he was injured now, hair mussed up from it's braid, his arm scattered with cracks as he all but stumbled towards the village.

"Help! Some... Somebody, please!" He cried out, wincing at the crumbs that flaked off, he had turned off the circulation of his magic there and was reminded of his fate should he lose the chance to regain his strength.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ @false-ouroborus ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The Raisin Canyons had been relatively quite until then, the cries for help heard quite clearly. Raisin crows the had flown overhead that caught wind of the stranger nearby immediately returned to send the report. An injured stranger wandering through the canyons, getting closer to the Raisin Village.

Healer Cookie, who happened to by speaking to Black Raisin Cookie when the report arrived, was immediately concerned. Despite Black Raisin's wariness and warnings of strangers in the past, Healer Cookie just can't let himself ignore those who need him.

He had made his way to his tent to grab supplies he may need if his healing wasn't enough on it's own before setting off.

Following the sound of the voice, Healer Cookie can hear the shuffling of another drawing close. He picks up his own pace, drawing close and quite nearly bumping into the stranger.

Once he's close enough, he could smell it.

Jam. A lot of it.

"Oh my! Are you alright? Here, let me help you! You're bleeding so much..." He grabs the stranger's arm, allowing the other cookie lean against him for support as they walk back to the Raisin Village.

He's curious on this new stranger, where they came from and what happened to them... but that can wait until after the injuries have been dealt with.

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Healer Cookie raises an eyebrow and follows behind, trying to be mindful of where he steps along the riverbank. While Healer Cookie has a bad habit of falling into them when he isn't being careful enough, he might just crumble himself if he slips and falls this time. He already made quite a fool of himself earlier in the village. His heart probably wouldn't be able to handle much more embarrassment today.

What would be the odds of it happening, anyway?

"Quite the... interesting place to leave behind prey..." Healer Cookie laughs nervously, glancing at the river beside them. It's nothing but a blur of blue next to his feet though, hard to spot in the dimming light outside. The bandages may be off his face, but to be completely honest, it really didn't make a difference whether he had them on or not. He can hardly see anything, especially at night.

The way the forest seemed to fall quiet around them was also quite peculiar. "Astral Milk, are you sure this is—" Healer Cookie had barely uttered the words before a sharp yelp escapes his lips, quickly followed by a loud splash in the river.

A small misstep in the dark seems to have sent the blind man falling into the river.

Shadow Milk Cookie felt lost, drained of his magic, the power was slowly returning but it was mere trickles compared to the torrents he was used to.

He needed to seek refuge, some place far from that cold silver prison he'd clawed his way out from.

What better place to lay low in than somewhere many cookies thought to already be deserted?

Thought to be, because he knew better. Oh, he knew it well, tugging at his collar, beckoning him forth to this bare minimum of a village.

His soul jam was here, it had to be, he just needed to get it back.

Except, that treacherous thing took another soul! One that wasn't even allowed outside without another cookie trailing after him, so full of light, this cookie–

Hm, perhaps he could take him too. Shadow Milk just had to set the stage right, to have the final act have his preferred ending.

Which is why he was injured now, hair mussed up from it's braid, his arm scattered with cracks as he all but stumbled towards the village.

"Help! Some... Somebody, please!" He cried out, wincing at the crumbs that flaked off, he had turned off the circulation of his magic there and was reminded of his fate should he lose the chance to regain his strength.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ @false-ouroborus ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The Raisin Canyons had been relatively quite until then, the cries for help heard quite clearly. Raisin crows the had flown overhead that caught wind of the stranger nearby immediately returned to send the report. An injured stranger wandering through the canyons, getting closer to the Raisin Village.

Healer Cookie, who happened to by speaking to Black Raisin Cookie when the report arrived, was immediately concerned. Despite Black Raisin's wariness and warnings of strangers in the past, Healer Cookie just can't let himself ignore those who need him.

He had made his way to his tent to grab supplies he may need if his healing wasn't enough on it's own before setting off.

Following the sound of the voice, Healer Cookie can hear the shuffling of another drawing close. He picks up his own pace, drawing close and quite nearly bumping into the stranger.

Once he's close enough, he could smell it.

Jam. A lot of it.

"Oh my! Are you alright? Here, let me help you! You're bleeding so much..." He grabs the stranger's arm, allowing the other cookie lean against him for support as they walk back to the Raisin Village.

He's curious on this new stranger, where they came from and what happened to them... but that can wait until after the injuries have been dealt with.

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Healer Cookie sighs, deciding against any protest towards the other cookie's teasing. He merely trails behind Astral Milk Cookie as the village gradually disappears from view as they walk.

"Are you sure about leading the way? How well do you know the area?" Healer Cookie tilts his head as he speeds up his pace a little to catch up and walk beside Astral Milk.

The Raisin Canyons were quiet as dusk began to settle in with only the occasional breeze stirring the grain beneath their feet and the faint sounds of Raisin Crows.

"And... how far must we travel to um... find something to hunt?"

He was getting antsy. Healer Cookie isn't used to being so far from the village. He's their only healer, if something were to happen while he was on his little outing with Astral Milk...

Shadow Milk Cookie felt lost, drained of his magic, the power was slowly returning but it was mere trickles compared to the torrents he was used to.

He needed to seek refuge, some place far from that cold silver prison he'd clawed his way out from.

What better place to lay low in than somewhere many cookies thought to already be deserted?

Thought to be, because he knew better. Oh, he knew it well, tugging at his collar, beckoning him forth to this bare minimum of a village.

His soul jam was here, it had to be, he just needed to get it back.

Except, that treacherous thing took another soul! One that wasn't even allowed outside without another cookie trailing after him, so full of light, this cookie–

Hm, perhaps he could take him too. Shadow Milk just had to set the stage right, to have the final act have his preferred ending.

Which is why he was injured now, hair mussed up from it's braid, his arm scattered with cracks as he all but stumbled towards the village.

"Help! Some... Somebody, please!" He cried out, wincing at the crumbs that flaked off, he had turned off the circulation of his magic there and was reminded of his fate should he lose the chance to regain his strength.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ @false-ouroborus ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The Raisin Canyons had been relatively quite until then, the cries for help heard quite clearly. Raisin crows the had flown overhead that caught wind of the stranger nearby immediately returned to send the report. An injured stranger wandering through the canyons, getting closer to the Raisin Village.

Healer Cookie, who happened to by speaking to Black Raisin Cookie when the report arrived, was immediately concerned. Despite Black Raisin's wariness and warnings of strangers in the past, Healer Cookie just can't let himself ignore those who need him.

He had made his way to his tent to grab supplies he may need if his healing wasn't enough on it's own before setting off.

Following the sound of the voice, Healer Cookie can hear the shuffling of another drawing close. He picks up his own pace, drawing close and quite nearly bumping into the stranger.

Once he's close enough, he could smell it.

Jam. A lot of it.

"Oh my! Are you alright? Here, let me help you! You're bleeding so much..." He grabs the stranger's arm, allowing the other cookie lean against him for support as they walk back to the Raisin Village.

He's curious on this new stranger, where they came from and what happened to them... but that can wait until after the injuries have been dealt with.

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OKAY WHO LET ME COOK???

studying my cheat sheet for my math sol tomorrow - took a sketch break to forget the stuff I did and see how much I retained… 15 MINUTES LATER I COME UP WITH THIS???

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Know The Playwright

< {Know The Playwright} | Main Script | The Plays >

"Now, now. You really think I'll just let you figure me out?"

"Oh, aren't you hilarious!"

"Go ahead and try."

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Healer Cookie, embarrasingly enough, lets out a small squeak of surprise before quickly masking it with a cough. He laughs nervously, his face feeling hot as he's grabbed around the waist, not to mention Astral Milk's forwardness.

It was almost too much for his little heart to handle.

"Ah... I... I apologize again... I truly hadn't meant to fall onto you." Healer Cookie's head turns down at the ground. "You don't need to... hold onto me like this... I'll be okay, I promise. Besides," He turns his head back up at the cookie beside him. "You need both hands to catch anything, don't you?"

A gust of wind picked up slightly, carrying with it small grains of breadcrumbs from the canyon floor. Healer Cookie coughs, covering his mouth with his hand.

But this day seemed full of misfortune for him because as the wind finally slowed down, Healer Cookie realizes he can see... sort of. It appeared as though the bandages on his face have unraveled due to the wind.

He sighs as he removes the remnants of the ruined bandages from his face.

He needed to change them anyway...

Shadow Milk Cookie felt lost, drained of his magic, the power was slowly returning but it was mere trickles compared to the torrents he was used to.

He needed to seek refuge, some place far from that cold silver prison he'd clawed his way out from.

What better place to lay low in than somewhere many cookies thought to already be deserted?

Thought to be, because he knew better. Oh, he knew it well, tugging at his collar, beckoning him forth to this bare minimum of a village.

His soul jam was here, it had to be, he just needed to get it back.

Except, that treacherous thing took another soul! One that wasn't even allowed outside without another cookie trailing after him, so full of light, this cookie–

Hm, perhaps he could take him too. Shadow Milk just had to set the stage right, to have the final act have his preferred ending.

Which is why he was injured now, hair mussed up from it's braid, his arm scattered with cracks as he all but stumbled towards the village.

"Help! Some... Somebody, please!" He cried out, wincing at the crumbs that flaked off, he had turned off the circulation of his magic there and was reminded of his fate should he lose the chance to regain his strength.

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The Raisin Canyons had been relatively quite until then, the cries for help heard quite clearly. Raisin crows the had flown overhead that caught wind of the stranger nearby immediately returned to send the report. An injured stranger wandering through the canyons, getting closer to the Raisin Village.

Healer Cookie, who happened to by speaking to Black Raisin Cookie when the report arrived, was immediately concerned. Despite Black Raisin's wariness and warnings of strangers in the past, Healer Cookie just can't let himself ignore those who need him.

He had made his way to his tent to grab supplies he may need if his healing wasn't enough on it's own before setting off.

Following the sound of the voice, Healer Cookie can hear the shuffling of another drawing close. He picks up his own pace, drawing close and quite nearly bumping into the stranger.

Once he's close enough, he could smell it.

Jam. A lot of it.

"Oh my! Are you alright? Here, let me help you! You're bleeding so much..." He grabs the stranger's arm, allowing the other cookie lean against him for support as they walk back to the Raisin Village.

He's curious on this new stranger, where they came from and what happened to them... but that can wait until after the injuries have been dealt with.

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Healer Cookie tilts his head, thinking it over with a hum. Yes, he should tell the villagers where he will be going, shouldn't he? It is important that they know where their only healer was going...

"I'll... let Black Raisin Cookie handle it."

Locating Black Raisin wasn't difficult at all. The fluttering of wings and the caws from her crows always gave her away in the crowd, after all.

Approaching her, Healer Cookie speaks with Black Raisin softly. He isn't surprised when she is reluctant to allow him to go with the stranger by himself, even insisting on coming along. She threw glares at Astral Milk, gaze suspicious and cautious as she does. It was as if she were trying to figure him out, trying to expose whatever hid underneath his smoothly woven personality.

Something about this cookie just wasn't right...

The conversation between the two cookies seemed quite heated but, ultimately, it seems like Black Raisin relents under Healer Cookie's borderline begging, though not without throwing one last piercing glare towards Astral Milk once Healer Cookie's back is turned.

Healer Cookie, meanwhile, seems happy as can be. He's all smiles as he makes his way back towards Astral Milk's side.

And then the most embarrassing thing just had to happen.

Healer Cookie feels the hem of his robes get caught under his foot and, unfortunately, is unable to prevent the following events...

He trips.

He trips and falls right into Astral Cookie.

He could just about crumble right then and there...

"I-I'm so sorry-! Oh, Witches... I didn't mean to fall into you like that! I tripped over my robes and..." Healer Cookie's entire face was positively red from embarassment as he frantically attempts to apologize and right himself once again. He looked more like a strawberry baked cookie rather than vanilla...

Turning his head away to hide his flushed expression, Healer Cookie seems to huff and give up his frantic apologies — probably fearing he'd only make a fool of himself further — and instead hooks his hand into the crook of the other's elbow, pulling him slightly as he leads the way back out of the village.

Shadow Milk Cookie felt lost, drained of his magic, the power was slowly returning but it was mere trickles compared to the torrents he was used to.

He needed to seek refuge, some place far from that cold silver prison he'd clawed his way out from.

What better place to lay low in than somewhere many cookies thought to already be deserted?

Thought to be, because he knew better. Oh, he knew it well, tugging at his collar, beckoning him forth to this bare minimum of a village.

His soul jam was here, it had to be, he just needed to get it back.

Except, that treacherous thing took another soul! One that wasn't even allowed outside without another cookie trailing after him, so full of light, this cookie–

Hm, perhaps he could take him too. Shadow Milk just had to set the stage right, to have the final act have his preferred ending.

Which is why he was injured now, hair mussed up from it's braid, his arm scattered with cracks as he all but stumbled towards the village.

"Help! Some... Somebody, please!" He cried out, wincing at the crumbs that flaked off, he had turned off the circulation of his magic there and was reminded of his fate should he lose the chance to regain his strength.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ @false-ouroborus ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The Raisin Canyons had been relatively quite until then, the cries for help heard quite clearly. Raisin crows the had flown overhead that caught wind of the stranger nearby immediately returned to send the report. An injured stranger wandering through the canyons, getting closer to the Raisin Village.

Healer Cookie, who happened to by speaking to Black Raisin Cookie when the report arrived, was immediately concerned. Despite Black Raisin's wariness and warnings of strangers in the past, Healer Cookie just can't let himself ignore those who need him.

He had made his way to his tent to grab supplies he may need if his healing wasn't enough on it's own before setting off.

Following the sound of the voice, Healer Cookie can hear the shuffling of another drawing close. He picks up his own pace, drawing close and quite nearly bumping into the stranger.

Once he's close enough, he could smell it.

Jam. A lot of it.

"Oh my! Are you alright? Here, let me help you! You're bleeding so much..." He grabs the stranger's arm, allowing the other cookie lean against him for support as they walk back to the Raisin Village.

He's curious on this new stranger, where they came from and what happened to them... but that can wait until after the injuries have been dealt with.

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Hark, thy Golden Sovereign has arrived!

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Momentarily stunned, Healer Cookie says and does nothing as "Astral Milk" seems to be prepared to head off and... hunt? No! That wouldn't do, healed or not, this cookie still needs rest...!

Well... maybe that's not entirely true, but it's not like Healer Cookie can just admit to being overjoyed that Astral Milk Cookie was staying longer and that he wishes to spend more time with him! That would be embarrassing! Downright humiliating! And certainly too awkward to say to a stranger who had already held his hand, kissed it and called him such intimate pet names! This would be crossing the line!

Healer Cookie reaches out and grabs the other's hand, holding him back slightly without thinking twice. "Wait-!"

Except he didn't think this far ahead.

Face to face once more, Healer Cookie stumbles over his own words, the flush returning to his cheeks once more and he quickly releases Astral Milk's hand.

"Ah... Um... S-sorry..." Healer Cookie shifts on his feet awkwardly before taking a steadying breath to compose himself. He moves forward to stand beside Astral Milk.

"I feel can't help but worry at the idea of allowing you to go back out there on your own after being so recently scarred. What if something happens to you out there again and you can't make it back?" Healer Cookie offers a warm smile. "So, I shall accompany you!"

Shadow Milk Cookie felt lost, drained of his magic, the power was slowly returning but it was mere trickles compared to the torrents he was used to.

He needed to seek refuge, some place far from that cold silver prison he'd clawed his way out from.

What better place to lay low in than somewhere many cookies thought to already be deserted?

Thought to be, because he knew better. Oh, he knew it well, tugging at his collar, beckoning him forth to this bare minimum of a village.

His soul jam was here, it had to be, he just needed to get it back.

Except, that treacherous thing took another soul! One that wasn't even allowed outside without another cookie trailing after him, so full of light, this cookie–

Hm, perhaps he could take him too. Shadow Milk just had to set the stage right, to have the final act have his preferred ending.

Which is why he was injured now, hair mussed up from it's braid, his arm scattered with cracks as he all but stumbled towards the village.

"Help! Some... Somebody, please!" He cried out, wincing at the crumbs that flaked off, he had turned off the circulation of his magic there and was reminded of his fate should he lose the chance to regain his strength.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ @false-ouroborus ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The Raisin Canyons had been relatively quite until then, the cries for help heard quite clearly. Raisin crows the had flown overhead that caught wind of the stranger nearby immediately returned to send the report. An injured stranger wandering through the canyons, getting closer to the Raisin Village.

Healer Cookie, who happened to by speaking to Black Raisin Cookie when the report arrived, was immediately concerned. Despite Black Raisin's wariness and warnings of strangers in the past, Healer Cookie just can't let himself ignore those who need him.

He had made his way to his tent to grab supplies he may need if his healing wasn't enough on it's own before setting off.

Following the sound of the voice, Healer Cookie can hear the shuffling of another drawing close. He picks up his own pace, drawing close and quite nearly bumping into the stranger.

Once he's close enough, he could smell it.

Jam. A lot of it.

"Oh my! Are you alright? Here, let me help you! You're bleeding so much..." He grabs the stranger's arm, allowing the other cookie lean against him for support as they walk back to the Raisin Village.

He's curious on this new stranger, where they came from and what happened to them... but that can wait until after the injuries have been dealt with.