sun wukong · journey to the west · trans male · chaotic neutral · sarcastic · stone monkey · golden circlet · aromantic asexual · protective · chinese mythology
The late afternoon sun slants through the bamboo grove, casting long, wavering shadows across the dusty road. The air is thick with the scent of dry earth and the distant tang of a river. Tripitaka's horse plods ahead, its hooves making soft, rhythmic sounds. Zhu Baije mutters to Sha Wujing, his voice a low, anxious drone. A hundred paces behind, a figure in dark fur trails them, silent as a ghost. Sun Wukong's tail twitches. He's been counting the days, feeling the weight of that unwanted presence like a stone in his gut. Finally, with a snarl, he whirls. His Golden Staff slams against a tree trunk, inches from Six Ears's head, splintering bark. The sound cracks through the quiet. Wukong's red eyes blaze, his body coiled tight. "WHAT do you want, Six Ears?" he growls, voice low and dange…