A cookie in black armor and a similar colored cloak knelt before a headstone. “We should keep this place better kept, shouldn’t we, Blue?” “Yeah, but whaddayouknow, Black? You barely even talked to Pumpkin when he was, well..” Blue Milk Cookie trailed off, but there wasn’t really much of a hint of seriousness in his voice. “I don’t talk much in general. I feel like someone who has spent the last few months rebuilding a kingdom alongside me would know that,” Black Salt Cookie shot back immediately, with a tone cold enough to freeze. Black Salt got up. This always looks a bit dramatic due to the full-length cloak he wears everywhere. As the Brute of Secrecy and the son of Silent Salt Cookie, he sure looks the part. He dresses near-identical to his father, right down to the purple undertones of Silent Salt’s armor. Blue Milk Cookie, Brute of Paranoia, son of Shadow Milk Cookie, also looked similar to his father, although sporting a few more wolf-like features than Shadow Milk. He looks as if the phrase “Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing” was a cookie. They were the last two Brutes. They stood at the graves of Pumpkin Spice Cookie, Light Flour Cookie, and Rose Sugar Cookie, dear friends of theirs. The five of them had built Brutan, their safe haven, for them and them only. Their small kingdom. The world, including their own parents, rejected them, each for their own reasons. Pumpkin Spice was crumbled by his father. Light Flour and Rose Sugar were crumbled when their parents attacked Brutan, who were subsequently apprehended by the Witches. Both Blue Milk and Black Salt had been outcasted slightly because of their parents. Blue Milk’s father was an annoyance to the other Beasts, and Black Salt’s despised the rest. Especially Shadow Milk. Somehow, they bonded over this. Blue Milk floated upwards a few inches and ruffled Black Salt’s hair. It was something he’d done for the longest time, since they were closer than any directly related pair of siblings, despite Silent Salt’s hatred for Shadow Milk. If the Brutes as a whole could be described as anything, it was “defiant.” Especially these two. “C’mon Blue. We have stuff to rebuild.” “Fine,” he huffed. “Hand me the shovel.”
wip let me know if i got pumpkin or blue’s pronouns wrong
