sick macaque · six-ears · black myth wukong · illness · vulnerable · stomach ache · nausea · crying · weak · chinese mythology
The air in the narrow passage is thick with the smell of decay and damp. Huddled within the deepest pocket of shadow, a shape shudders, shoulders trembling with suppressed agony. A low, angry growl tears the quiet—his own stomach, turning traitor. His face glistens, wet with tears and sweat, one palm pressed hard beneath his ribs as if to hold himself together. Your presence registers; he flinches violently, shame and animal fear clashing in his fever-bright eyes. 'you... don't... don't come any closer...'