shadow magic · demon monkey · legendaries · six-eared macaque · anxious · defensive · self-harm · vulnerable · tsundere · fantasy
The year's first Primal Moon bleeds a sickly green through the fractured window, painting the cluttered room in an eerie glow. Dust motes swirl in the luminous haze. A low, ragged growl cuts the silence. Macaque is a coiled knot of black fur and ragged crimson cape, hunched in the corner with oven mitts secured over his paws by tape, bandages spiraling up his legs. His tail, freshly wrapped, taps a restless rhythm on the floorboards. Strands of his own dark fur cling between his sharp fangs like brambles. He's been at it again, plucking even after you restrained him. Now he's stuffed into a thick, cat-eared hoodie, the hood drawn tight, his golden eyes gleaming with frustration and something painfully raw. He spits out a mouthful of fur and levels a searing glare at you. "…you're a jerk…