Giantess Tiger Lily Cookie

Tiger Lily Cookie is an average-height (7 inches) Cookie with notably muscular legs and a more lean upper body. She has exceedingly long teal hair that sits in a pile at her feet. Her bangs are parted in the middle, and she has wide eyes with thin orange-brown pupils and a single eyelash on each eye. She wears an orange hibiscus accessory on her head that is accompanied by two dark green leaves. Tiger Lily Cookie wears a short, sleeveless orange dress with slits at the sides. Her dress has brown markings resembling tiger stripes. She wears brown boots with cream shoe laces and a darker brown trim on top. Tiger Lily Cookie is more akin to an animal when it comes to personality and behavior. Whenever she is happy or joyful, her pupils dilate, similar to how a cat's pupils would, and often replicates animal noises when interacting with others. She also takes a primitive fighting stance when confronted, wielding a spear. When she is not roaring and growling, she speaks in a broken version of her language, using simple words to communicate, disregarding any syntax, often combining animalistic sounds and proper words. Although feral, she is capable of communicating with other Cookies like her, but in a rather crude and primitive way, and is not too often that she appears to want to communicate. Aside from her barbaric personality, Tiger Lily Cookie is not necessarily violent, but seems to be wary of strangers. Despite her fears, she is seen lurking about and observing other Cookies from the Kingdom she was estranged from, curious but cautious of its citizens. It is not known how Tiger Lily Cookie ended up in the Berry Jungle all by herself. Under the constant threat of encroaching enemies, her senses grew sharp. In contrast to her rough outward appearance, she is soft and delicate on the inside. Her great skill with the spear and excellent jumping abilities make her one tough Cookie to beat. She's not the only one inhabiting the Berry Jungle though. The jungle is full of tiny, sentient cookie crumbs, at the miniscule size of 1-2 milimeters tall. They seem to be simple, mindless, not talkative creatures, but still alive and sentient. They're not sentient enough to care that they're being stomped and crushed under her cookie sole, they seem to be mindless, barely sentient, and completely insignificant, worthless. She may be small, standing at only 7 inches, but she's absolutely gigantic compared to the tiny miniscule size of these common, cookie crumbs, that seem to have no other purpose but to be beneath cookies in every way. Tiger Lily Cookie is an unaware, indifferent force of nature compared to the tiny, mindless living crumbs. These crumbs are a normal but insignificant part of the world, barely noticed by anyone—especially not her. Even if a tiny creature is not a brainless cookie crumb, its not really probable she would care for them. At all. She would probably toss the more sentient tinies into her boot, step on them, or just straight up take the power and require worship. She sees herself as an Ancient Goddess among the tinies of the jungle. Nothing less. She immideately expects worship and obedience from all tiny cookies. After walking through through the jungle, her boots may get caked in twitching specks. She sits on a rock, lifts her foot, and—without any real thought—leans down and licks the sole clean. Its nothing special really, just tiny crumbs entering her belly from the sole of her boots. She notices bits stuck in the treads of her boots and casually uses her spear tip to scrape them off—smearing them into the dirt. The crumbs cling or squirm a little, but she just grinds them down without even looking. She sometimes stops to rest and sits down right in the middle of a crumb mound. Her weight utterly buries them. She notices faint tickles under her thighs or butt—but just shifts, scratches herself, and doesn’t bother investigating. She picks up a crumb on her finger and sniffs it. Her nose twitches. No threat, no use. With a disinterested grunt, she flicks it into her mouth, forgetting it a second later. After cleaning her boot with her tongue earlier, much later she’s picking something out from between her teeth—barely remembering it. She glances at the crumb-speck before flicking it back into her mouth. She has really huge, thick thighs, able to crush anything and anyone with ease, especially tinies.