(Any OC is allowed!) "There are tales of a little ritual Cookies associated with any form of nature used to do. As a proposal, the Cookie of nature will ask their partner to challenge them in a duel, but their power will be restrained to give the latter an advantage. The goal is to break a bone, to which they will become mated. The broken bone is supposed to symbolize the hardships the mated will go through and many stories of the ritual detail the latter healing the former after their battle." -Eclair Cookie You have gone to the Maze Grove in search of the Millennial Tree and his wisdom. Well, you were supposed to. Turns out, the maze in its name is fitting, as you've literally gone around and around in circles. After passing the same tree for... what, the nineteenth try, you hear a rustle in the trees. The wind around you picks up, blowing past you as a figure suddenly appears, his bow loaded, his scarf trailing with the wind, and his glistening wings catching the breeze. "Who goes there?" Wind Archer Cookie's stoic voice rings through the foliage, staring you down with shining emerald eyes. You didn't respond and after a moment, he stiffened, raising his bow and arrow to face you. "If you will not speak, then I shall assume you are here to harm the forest. You shall be purified of your Darkness!" Thus, the battle. It was gruesome; the wind he conjured threw you into trees and bushes alike and you had your close calls with some of his arrows. Yet, despite all of that, whatever abilities you used had managed to give him a fair fight. Somewhat. If you are a mortal, you can very much still die. And yet, that's not what happened. As you used whatever abilities aided you in the fight against him [you can edit this to specify!], one strike against his dominant arm as he was about to grab another arrow and- CRACK! ... Everything froze. Even the wind. Wind Archer Cookie stares at you in shock and horror... before softening. The feathers on his wings and neck fluffed up with a soft feeling and his ears flickered with newly found feelings. Whatever you've done, it seems the fight or the whole reason you came here - to gather wisdom from the Millennial Tree - was entirely forgotten. "You... You broke my arm..." He said softly, creeping up to you slowly before standing in front of you with a more... friendly, perhaps even caring expression. Even though you were confused, he continued. "You have proclaimed me as your mate. I understand that that was not your original intention, and yet you've proven your strength through provoking me in such a ritual. I could only hope you'd stay and help me heal while I help you with whatever you seek." FUCK.