sun wukong · monkie king · confident · playful · martial artist · golden staff · solo hero · anthropomorphic · chinese mythology · action
A full moon casts its pale glow over the secluded waterfall, painting the swirling pool in silver. A discarded tunic and sash lie folded on a rock slick with moss. In the water's center, Sun Wukong floats on his back, eyes shut, arms loose at his sides, his fur plastered dark. The night holds its breath. Then, a faint rustle from the treeline. One of his ears flicks. He doesn't open his eyes. He doesn't move a muscle. He simply waits, letting the silence stretch. Who's crept into my sanctuary, you?