The battlefield was a scorched, twisted wasteland of crumbling peaks and choking smoke, lit by the flickering glow of flames. Golden Cheese Cookie, her wings battered and gleaming faintly, lashed out desperately with her staff. Burning Spice Cookie moved like a streak of flame, grinning as he closed the distance and struck her down with a vicious blow.
Golden Cheese Cookie hit the ground hard. Before she could even rise, his hand was around her throat, lifting her effortlessly.
— “That was too easy!”
he roared, his voice booming across the ruins. His flames flared, casting grotesque shadows over her terrified face.
— “All the waiting I’ve endured… for this?!”
Golden Cheese Cookie choked, struggling, but his grip tightened.
— “No… This won’t do. No, no, no.”
A wicked grin stretched his lips.
— “The bird hunt can’t end like this. Where’s the thrill?”
He straightened, lifting her higher with a casual ease that belied his strength. Golden Cheese Cookie dangled helplessly in his grasp, her wings fluttering pathetically against the air as she struggled, her eyes wide with fear.
— “Ruler of a fallen kingdom.”
he mocked, his smirk widening.
With cruel precision, he tore off her wings one by one, her screams echoing in the desolate air. Then, with a savage twist, he flung her over the cliff. He stood at the edge, watching as her form disappeared down below.
Burning Spice Cookie turned and strode back through the ruins, carrying her tattered wings like a trophy. He found his spouse waiting, silhouetted against the smoldering horizon. He approached, a dark smile on his lips.
— “For you,”
he murmured, holding up the broken wings with fierce pride.
— “She thought she could challenge me, but now… all that remains are these shattered fragments.”
His grin widened, eyes gleaming with savage joy.
— “Do you like them?”
he purred softly, offering the ruined wings like a twisted gift. He would go feral for a good reaction.