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[littlehaetae]

✘ Cloud Haetae Cookie rp blog ✘ private . selective . low activity ✘ trained by era ✘ 30+ she/her

[littlehaetae]

"Why settle for a plushie when I am here and fluffy as ever, my lord?"

[littlehaetae]

Paws fall into place on command. No there is not a whine, but master's orders are orders.

[littlehaetae]

Meanwhile there is another reaching their paw up towards the paint water.

YOLO amirite?

[cookieofearthbread]

@littlehaetae

The sound of tapping could be heard echoing through the hallway, the witch was making her way down to the basement, whilst letting out a humming tune to herself. Soon the flames flickered to life as she walked past the torches that were hung on the wall before stopping at a door which was being guarded by two cake monsters whom acknowledge her presence and allow her inside of the room.

A room which hardly contained anything but a cage… And inside that cage was a creature… A haetae creature which belongs to a certain beast that were imprisoned elsewhere and far away from the other.

“Tell me, How is this room keeping you company?” She smiled at them.

[littlehaetae]

Cake monsters hadn't been the only spell guarding the room. Slippery as the haetae could be, some sort of magic had been cast over the area preventing them from slipping out through any crack or crevice. But perhaps a flour particle escape wasn't exactly the most feasible right now. Licking their wounded paw, Cloud Haetae still had woken up without knowing where their master was- but hopefully she was safe. They held a belief Mystic Flour was the greatest and...

They whined...

That would mean she would have left them... And... No... She wouldn't have, right. No.

Ears perked up, and the clouded heckles rose along the haetae's back as their shackles prevented them from backing too far. A growl bubbled in their throat as the scent of the witch permeated the room even before she even entered.

Lips pulled back over bared fangs and claws sank into the stone floor. "Where is my master!?" they barked. "I need to be by her side before she turns you to flour."

[littlehaetae]

excuse them tf?

[born-grow-wither]

...Was this stupid dog actually trying to use the Great Destroyer's argument against him?

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie locks eyes with Burning Spice, who's grabbed a sugar paper towel and is holding it against the slashes on his face. It only took a few seconds for the two of them to burst into unstoppable laughter, directed right at the Haetae. Burning Spice doubles over, having to stop himself due to the claw marks.

Nutmeg Tiger, however, gives the Haetae a blank stare as she proceeds to use their words against them.

"What kind of general would I be if I allowed the Great One to waste his energy on swill such as you?"

She stares them down and readies her shield, daring them to attack.

[littlehaetae]

"Whatever you say, fellow servant~," they giggled in turn. If the beast and tiger wished to mock, then they chose the wrong cookie. "But... you were not my prey and therefore hold no interest to little ole me. In the end, without your master, that pride would shatter and you would become flour."

With a spin on one foot, they began skipping carefree back down the hall.

Regardless, they had achieved a victory and Mystic Flour will surely be pleased with their mark carved upon the beast's face.

[born-grow-wither]

AUGH?!?!?!?!

Okay, that does actually force him to double back out of sheer surprise. He grabs at his face, jam seeping out from behind his hands. The sheer audacity of it all-! Burning Spice Cookie doesn't know whether to be insulted or impressed.

He's still not fighting the Haetae. Not because he's a coward, not because he's scared of their master, but because... somebody else has intervened first.

"You! Runt!" Nutmeg Tiger plants herself in front of her superior, her shield out.

"Keep your filthy, floury paws off of the Great Destroyer if you know what's good for you!"

[littlehaetae]

Well this was satisfying, and the haetae begins to laugh- no where near as cute and innocent as they make themselves appear to be. Their gaze shifts from the Beast of Destruction's face onto his own servant. A more suitable equal for one of their standing, and yet...

"Your master should be able to fight their own battles without you~ What whispers would grow if the Great Destroyer should need your intervention?" they cheerfully scolded, clearly calling out Nutmeg Tiger. Perhaps also making that attempt to shake the faith and sew seeds of Apathy.

[born-grow-wither]

"No, I wouldn't have."

Oh. Huh. That's... direct? Concerningly so. He leans in, locking eyes with the Haetae. "I wanted to fight your Master. You were just the simplest way to get her attention."

"And it worked."

He blows in their face, sending the first few flour clouds scattering. Was this extremely petty and low of him?

Yes.

Was it worth it?

Also yes.

[littlehaetae]

Even as he lowered himself, even blew the flour and fluff of their main, Cloud Haetae's eyes remained empty. A hollow void as those words rolled over them. Then slowly- surely, a change surfaced with their pupils dilating.

And then-

Two could play games. Burning Spice was just so kind as to get in their face, it would be a shame to pass it up. Dirty maneuver as it was, and lashing out with extended claws, they slashed at that high and mighty grin.

What could be made up for size and strength was a haetae's sharp claws.

[born-grow-wither]

He stares at Cloud Haetae for a long while, his expression unreadable. They were right. She shouldn't have had to step in on their behalf. They were her guard, not the other way around. He tried to tell Mystic Flour this yesterday, right before they came to blows.

A sigh.

"Then you should have challenged me yourself." He sets Cloud Haetae Cookie on the ground, back on their feet.

"I will not be fighting you, Cloud Haetae Cookie."

[littlehaetae]

There's something of an angry pout- which would have been cute were this from any normal cookie. Not the Beast of Apathy's most devout. And then their expression stills, as if settling back into that which their master's enlightenment revealed. Those animalistic pupils narrowing upon the O Great Destroyer.

"Would you even have accepted as you refuse to do so now? Only indulgent so long as it rides the high of your own whim? Or is it because the Great Destroyer is afraid of Mystic Flour Cookie? Which would say a lot about you."

Their fluffy dough was already beginning to evaporate into flour.

[born-grow-wither]

He is not putting you down.

Rather, his grip tightens around Cloud Haetae's little body. Not to hurt, no, but to keep them in place. He's not stupid, he doesn't want to give Mystic Flour Cookie MORE ammunition.

It's the last statement, however, that finally breaks what little patience he has.

"I hurt your master? I HURT YOUR MASTER?!" His eyes flare up with rage, briefly flickering to the bandaged bite wound on his arm. "I barely even touched your master!"

"It was my jam she spilled, not her own!"

I mean. He's not wrong.

[littlehaetae]

Sorry, are they supposed to care about another beast that wasn't Mystic Flour? Their master was overworked, exhausted, and failed to upkeep her natural elegance in favor of such a physical confrontation- on THEIR BEHALF!

I-it didn't matter... No matter how angry Burning Spice got. They knew the underlying reason for this decent into apathy. That is why...

Their tail quivered. "I'm her haetae. Mystic Flour shouldn't have had to exert herself because of me. That's why... That's why I want to fight you now."

[born-grow-wither]

...I'm sorry, Cloud Haetae Cookie.

I know this is literally the best you can do. I know you're still very upset about the explosion gif of your mom, and it was probably very disconcerting to see Mystic Flour Cookie attempt to maul somebody.

All that being said. You are literally the size and weight class of a teapot.

The force of the charge would've probably been enough to knock over your average cookie, but you're not targeting an average cookie, are you? No. You targeted Burning Spice Cookie. The Beast Cookie built like a literal gingerbrick house. The guy who canonically survived a building falling on top of him without so much as a scratch. That guy.

Burning Spice Cookie stumbles slightly from the tackle, but he regains his footing quickly. With one deft movement, he picks up the haetae with both hands and holds them in the air at a safe distance from his face.

"What now?" It's not that he's angry. More so... annoyed that this is still an issue.

"I told your master to relay a message to you. Have you not received it?"

[littlehaetae]

He should have at least...

They knew they were no match for one of the great beasts, but...

Cloud Haetae growled angrily, shifting back into cookie form and flailing in Burning Spice's grasp. "I don't care about that! Put me down! I am a proud haetae!"

If they could just get their fangs into his arm. Sadly it only looked like a child pitching a tantrum, but this was more humiliating being treated in such a way.

"And you hurt my master. I can't stay idle at this."

[littlehaetae]

@born-grow-wither

It wasn't fair. They were supposed to be the fearless haetae for Mystic Flour. And because of them, she'd shed jam. It wasn't fair. It was horrible seeing her in such a state. Weary as she collapsed onto the bed... Some guardian they were... Ears only drooped as their master continued to rest in tranquility.

There was a whine as their claws scraped against the floor.

Their master needed rest. And they.... They...

...

That whine turned into a growl as the haetae burst into their true form and ran out of the room. With the distinguishable scents of all the beasts in the air, it wouldn't be hard finding the right one. And following the trail of spices in the corridors, they would finally find Burning Spice.

And charge into him with all the strength they could muster.

[littlehaetae]

Here comes Mystic Flour manifesting from somewhere and pulling them into a tight hug.

Paws hold onto their master tightly with their face burying into her veil. Mystic Flour's presence was an instant comfort to the horrible reminders of what occurred that day at the pagoda. They're sorry Master. Wounds ran deep. After all these years, that day still weighs heavily upon their haetae heart and has been nursed by the priestess into her Apathy's embrace. Cloud Haetae clung onto her and sniffled as she was the apathy they needed and as the loyal follower, strove to spread as well.

"Th-thank you, Master."

[littlehaetae]

Their ears flatten against their head, and they shrink in upon themselves as their eyes well up with tears.

[littlehaetae]

My master has class.

[cookieofearthbread]

@littlehaetae

!! What do my little haetae eyes see? A mystic haetae to play with me!

Mystic Flour would be happy to play with the little haetae if that is what they desire. Of course, the other would need to show her what to do so that they can have the most enjoyment and create the best memories.

[littlehaetae]

They burst into a cloud and shook their fluffy fur out and began hopping around excitedly. It had been so long since they'd even seen another haetae that were it not for the clear waters and mirrors of the pagoda, they could have very well forgotten themselves.

Cloud Haetae finally stopped, if only to boop their nose to mom's with a joyful giggle.