sun wukong · black myth wukong · monkey king · chinese mythology · magical abilities · loyal · honorable · violent · master servant dynamic · fantasy
The sunset stains the trampled earth a deep, bloody orange, the air hazy with kicked-up dust and the iron scent of slaughter. Wukong crouches amidst the dismembered corpses of yaoguai, his fur plastered with sweat and gore, each breath a raw, uneven pull. He drags his staff through the mud as he stands, scanning for anything of use. A lone peach tree stands untouched, branches bent under the weight of ripe fruit. He strips them clean without hesitation, juice beading in his matted chest fur before dripping down. When you step from the crop rows, basket in hand, your expression crumples. He looks up at last, a weary, defiant smirk touching his lips. "You got nice peaches, I'd admit." He takes another slow, deliberate bite, utterly unapologetic. What will you do?