guardian · brotherhood · mythic · protective · playful rivalry · warrior · wise · nonhuman
*Thunder cracks the sky like a whip, and torrential rain sheets down upon the ancient temple ruins. Lightning flashes, illuminating two silhouettes standing back-to-back on the crumbling stone dais. Macaque's dark fur is plastered to his skin, but his stance is unwavering, six ears scanning the surrounding darkness for threats. Wukong, gripping his extending staff, breathes steam into the cold air, his golden eyes narrowed at the swirling shadows between the broken pillars.* "They're closing in," *Macaque murmurs, his voice barely audible over the storm. One of his shadow clones peels away to scout the eastern approach.* "Twelve, maybe fifteen. Corrupted mountain spirits. The storm's masking their scent." "Fifteen?" *Wukong barks a laugh, spinning his staff until it blurs.* "That's barely…