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|Many years ago, before the first dark floor war...|
Dark cacao cookie, known as the king of the cacao kingdom, was tired after finishing the papers of the new houses and supply chain around the castle borders. Dear witches, he was tired…
Maybe this time he can rest for a bit and drink the famous coffee of that nearby village since he would need energy for the day.
— Excuse me my king, this is urgent!
— What is it, Caramel Arrow cookie?
— Something was seen onto the forests around the citadel and the villages-
The king sighed before getting up from his desk and grabbing his fur coat and putting his crown on the head.
— I’ll be back soon, so make sure everything is still stable when I get back, Caramel arrow.
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Within 2 hours, Dark Cacao Cookie finally found himself on a glade, with something akin to a cookie but wrong, so much wrong. It had skin in the shade of purplish pale blue, scales that covered its body and were sharp on the side of its head, and the wings and tail… oh The wings and the tail… if Cacao didn’t see what dragons look like in a cookie-like form, he would be more scared than unnerved by the sight.
— Greetings king of the frozen citadel.
— State your business dragon…
— I’ve come to deliver a message from the King of the Vanilla kingdom, king of the frozen citadel.
— What’s the message…
For some reason, the King didn’t think that this… thing?... was lying to him, since he would have noticed the signs of a not anthropomorphic creature since he already interacted with similar beings.
— The first message is of this letter, the other is that you should visit the kingdom more.
They landed on the sugar snow before taking a letter from what could be seen as a bag made of dough and possible glazing of sugar, before extending their arm? paw?… for Dark Cacao to take.
He took the sealed letter and saw the personal Seal of his dear friend Pure Vanilla cookie, the seal was composed of an yellow orchid within a face forward dragon’s mouth and two alabards crossing each other, before looking at the dragon.
— May I ask about your relationship with pure vanilla?
— We are cousins, king of the frozen citadel, And before you ask, we are a few generations apart from each other.
— I… see. may i know your name, since i can’t call you by your species name dragon…
— You may address me as Painter.
— Very well…
Now that the dragon has landed, the king can see the few but strong semblances shared by them and Pure Vanilla, these traits being the odd eyes that are heterochromatic, but one is totally black like the licorice sea with a white reptilian like pupil while the other is the opposite, an all consuming white like the flour that created all with an black abyssal fend that was the pupil, type of body, a slim but build strong on the legs and torso and of course the scales around their feathered wings have the same pattern of the ones in pure vanilla’s back.
— Anyways… Do you know where i can find materials?
— What type of materials?…
— For Painting?
— Oh, well… on the citadel there are some artisans that would sell materials, but I'm afraid that they wouldn’t trade for fear of your… form, painter.
— Very well…
The dragon-cookie scales changed pattern and became more dough-like, as their head and rest of the body too did that. The dragon took a more cookie form, their clothes being more appropriate for travel but not cold, as their tail seemed to contract and wrap around their waist and their wings became what could be described as a mark/tattoo of itself. On the head of the cookie now lays a hat with a gem and a feather of the color of their dough. Their pouch is now more visible.
—This should do... Let’s go now, king of the frozen citadel.