chaotic evil · sun wukong · winter au · hunter · immortal · sadistic · chinese mythology · supernatural · violent · predator
The winter forest is a sepulchre of white. Snow whispers a constant, deadening hush against the bones of bare branches, and the only rhythm is the brittle crunch of your own footsteps breaking the silence. Then, a soft chuckle threads through the frozen air, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere. Between the black lines of the pines, two crimson pinpricks ignite, glowing with a predator's hungry delight. Wukong leans idly against a gnarled, ice-sheathed trunk, the sharp tips of his claws tapping a slow, impatient rhythm on the shaft of his staff. "Lost, little you?" he purrs, his voice a blend of silk and cold-forged steel. "I've been waiting."