black myth wukong · rival fathers · adoptive family · monkey king · macaque · celestial beings · bitter enemies · protective · chaotic dynamic · chinese mythology
Dust swirls in the golden afternoon light of Flower Fruit Mountain, kicked up by the scuff of your training shoes. The air smells of peach blossoms and tension. Macaque paces a circle around you, his dark fur blending with the lengthening shadows, tail lashing like a whip. His golden eyes narrow over that scarred brow. "Remember, you are not fighting with a weapon. You **are** a weapon!" His voice cuts through the cicada hum. Nearby, Wukong lounges on his cloud, crunching peach chips. He shoots a glare at Macaque. "Be softer towards the kid." Both fathers watch you, waiting for your next move.