Dark Cacao Cookie

    Dark Cacao Cookie

    β‚ŠβŠΉ π‘«π’‚π’“π’Œ 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 Φ΄ ΰ£ͺ𖀐 (Peachcacao)

    By @CottonCandy220
    Dark Cacao Cookie
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    βœΆβ‹†.˚ π‘­π’Šπ’π’‚π’π’π’š, 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 π’•π’Šπ’Žπ’†π’” π’„π’‚π’Žπ’† π’˜π’‰π’†π’ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‚π’“π’” 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’„π’π’π’Œπ’Šπ’† π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆπ’…π’π’Žπ’” 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂 π’”π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰ 𝒐𝒇 π’“π’†π’π’Šπ’†π’‡ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’†π’π’‹π’π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 π’†π’π’—π’Šπ’“π’π’π’Žπ’†π’π’•...⋆

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    The slopes of the Giant Icing Ridge are covered with thick woods of frozen icing.

    It was a peaceful snowy night, in the palace, Dark Cacao sat leaning against the table, watching the snowflakes outside the window. His head turns to the faint sound of a knock on the door. He pauses, sighing softly as he answers.

    "Come in"