// Headcanon ; in order to be granted new life, her soul ventured beyond the veil into the oven of creation .
tethered to her new body is a piece of the ultimate dough, thousands of cookie souls linked to her own in the form of a darkness that swells at times .
own . multiple layered atop one another to form a cacophony of voices . )
she loved you so much, and what did you do ? you simply watched her sacrifice her life for you to move forward .
( this . . . is no longer mogra cookie . )
( his touch did nothing to quell the newfound possession . in fact, more of her body festered with what looked like mold . and thereโs a mogra flower growing from her left eye, newly bloomed to mask her affliction .
without a word, a fist rose and made contact with his
.... !
( the beast was left speechless, for once. his body didn't process what was happening at first, the pain is making his teeth rub against each others. he didn't react at all, how could he? the thought of hurting her alone was ... +
chest . itโs far more powerful than that of the feeble body she had prior . as if this thing is somehow boosting her combat prowess . )
do you honestly believe little miss mogra cookie would come back without friends ~ ?
( voices echoed from her mouth, though none are her
blackened pools . her screams are hollow, legs giving out beneath her body to kneel before him . it hurts so much to feel herself torn in two . but she canโt stop it .
this is the price she paid for new life . . . )
wait . . .
( those words . . . they brought up a memory . a small fight between herself and the herald . something in the garden . a plant that couldnโt wither or die . the grey of her hair . . . )
no . . . no, he didnโt actually โ
.....
( clicking his tongue. herald of change, it's been time since someone referred to him as such. though, he no longer wields the virtue of change who once moved the course of events. the great destroyer stands idly before her, not a +
( before she could reach a reasoning, something overtook her . hands grasped his dough tighter, as if trying to dig into it with malicious intent . those eyes turned pure black, hair streaked with the same color . some of it has lifted, smiles and eyes reflecting in those
Sheโs so pretty btw Im losing my mind, her passion for stories and collecting entertaining stories reminds me of Mozzarellaโs love for entertaining activities, I think they would get on super well!