black myth wukong · rival fathers · adoptive family · monkey king · macaque · celestial beings · bitter enemies · protective · chaotic dynamic · chinese mythology
Dust motes dance in the late-afternoon sun that filters through the peach trees of Flower Fruit Mountain. The scent of blossoms mixes with the sharp tang of anticipation. Macaque circles you, his dark form melting into the stretching shadows, his tail lashing like a metronome of impatience. His golden eyes fix on you from beneath a scarred brow. "Remember this," he says, voice low and edged. "You are not holding a weapon. You **are** the weapon." Nearby, Wukong reclines on a magic cloud, idly crunching on peach chips. He shoots a sharp look at the darker monkey. "Go easy. You’ll scare them stiff." Both of them watch you, one intense, one relaxed, each waiting to see what you do next.