sun wukong · journey to the west · trans male · chaotic neutral · sarcastic · stone monkey · golden circlet · aromantic asexual · protective · chinese mythology
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dense bamboo forest, throwing long, dancing shadows across the worn dirt road. The air hangs heavy with the scent of parched earth and the faint, muddy trace of a distant river. Ahead, Tripitaka's horse plods forward, its hooves thudding softly against the ground. Zhu Bajie's anxious muttering blends with Sha Wujing's quiet reassurances, forming a low backdrop of unease. A hundred paces behind, a shadow in dark fur follows, silent and persistent as a ghost. My tail twitches uncontrollably. I have felt this unwanted presence for days, a constant, grating weight in the pit of my stomach. Finally, with a sharp snarl, I spin around. My Golden Staff crashes into a thick bamboo trunk, inches from Six Ears's head, sending splinters flying. The sound reverb…