#open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫

[shadowyspectre]

Dark red dripped into a small puddle. The claws of his right hand scraped over the boulder he used to support himself. A small coughing fit made him double over, more red slipping between the fingers of the hand he had clamped over his mouth. Eventually, his coughing seized. The simian leaned to the side, pressing his shoulder against the stone. Standing there, he struggled to even his breathing out. The first sound came out as a wheeze, sounding wet.

His shoulders tensed, and he straightened, sensing eyes on him. His nails dug into the stone a little harder. He didn't turn around to look at the visitor. His next couple of breaths sounded better, but were still ragged. Slowly, he pulled his bloodied hand away from his mouth. He let it drop to his side, staring ahead at nothing.

"Go away," he rumbled, "I don't need your prying eyes."

#open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫

[shadowyspectre]

He may have done something bad. Maybe. Just a little thing you see. Just a little...thing. Nothing too bad! Yeah, nothing to worry about!

"Frick, he's gonna kill me."

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐤/𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #open post #{ el wiwi }

[shadowyspectre]

"I'll have you know I can boot you off my mountain if I want to."

His tail flicked to the side. "I'm just choosing not to because I'm such a pacifist."

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐰𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #open post #hari don't look

[shadowyspectre]

"Wow, huh, it's been a bit since I've been around here..."

He lifted his hands, cupping them over his mouth. "HELLLLOO? IS ANYONE STILL OUT THERE?!!"

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐤/𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #open

[shadowyspectre]

Oh heavens, that is not how one eats a banana. He knows, he knows. Yet he easily takes it down in one smooth move, snapping most of it off and swallowing it down.

"Mm, pretty good. Got any more?"

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #tw suggestive #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #open post #{ hi yes. I'd like to say this man is a thot } #{ LOOK MAN THE MOODS IN THE AIR AND HES FEELING IT }

[shadowyspectre]

Drumbeats pounded in his head, almost deafening the sound of the fighting. But he knew it had only just begun. Old whispers filled his ears, trying to tempt him. If this had come before, he would’ve won the fight. The only time those beating drums swallowed him whole was when he came out of the Crucible. His mind latched onto the memory of a hand against his head, of a soft voice guiding him. However, those drums beat so loud and clear. Nothing was going to stop them, not this time. 

It pulled at old urges buried deep down. An itch traveled up his hands, making his grip on the replica staff tighten. 

Fight. FIGHT. 

“No, I am stronger,” he croaked, but to no avail. 

The foul urge arose, one he had tried to suppress many times. He wanted to bring the staff down and smash the enemy into the ground. He wanted to sink his claws into flesh and to bear down on it. His teeth ached, his distraction bringing his opponent an opportunity. The king was blown away, his body tearing through the earth and leaving a chasm. Sun Wukong could not hear anything other than the beating of those drums. There was no hope of escape from them. 

His walls had been torn from the infection, and they were easily blown away. The king burst from the ground, sending a threat sailing with a heavy swing of his fist. His replica lay on the grass, untouched as he forced the enemy back with his bare hands. 

Smoke curled from his mouth with each exhale, his chest feeling tight enough for the simian to feel the need to breathe. But many enemies were surrounding him and his ally. Blood filled his mouth as a fist collided with his cheek, his fangs tearing into his tongue. He stumbled back and stopped. 

Wukong turned his head to the side, spitting out the blood. Before driving his foot into the being’s stomach, watching with satisfaction as they crashed into a tree. The satisfaction sputtered to a stop as he watched his ally take a nasty hit. 

He did not have the energy to stop what happened next. He didn't want to. That pounding melody filled his senses, rising to a scream. A tidal wave smashed through what pathetic remains of his controls were left. Patience fell from his shoulders; kindness crushed under his heel; and peace? Peace was torn asunder as the king roared. Something wet dripped down his cheeks. 

Sun Wukong's eyes are swallowed by red, red, red. He was already moving, a claw slamming the demon who'd committed the act down into the ground. He didn't stop. Nails dug into the scalp, and he slammed its face into the earth. Again and again. When he stopped, it wasn't moving anymore. The ground beneath him was soaking in red, but he felt like it was greedy. Like it wanted more.

He could understand that. He felt the same way.

His mind screamed in joy at the snuffed-out life, blissful and excited for more. He could feel his eyes burn, glamours shattering off him. Dark brown fur quickly found blood in it. Everything was swallowed by that drumming, by the sensation of blood against him, and he wanted more. Lucky for him, there were enough bodies to paint the grass red. He guffawed, a sharp smile pulled his lips wide. Black smoke billowed from in between his teeth, his core creaking. 

Wukong rose to his feet, turning to give his full attention to the threats. Yes, there were more than enough. Rage curled beneath that excitement, mixing with it. He would make sure to have his fill. 

They should not have touched what was his.

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐰𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠 ≫ #hari don't look #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #{ you totally don't gotta do an reply this long! wukong kinda got away from me jfjdfk }

[shadowyspectre]

"...remove yourself from this territory."

Blue eyes stare at the intruder with no emotion in their depths. Cold and empty, that's what the king's eyes give. Nothing more, nothing less. As it should be. He was free from strong emotions, and what he had either wasn't there or was muted. There was no recognition if there should be. A slate wiped clean. A weapon made anew.

He lowered a hand toward the weapon hanging from his belt. The blades were carefully tucked away, and the chains clinked against one another as he shifted.

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐰𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠 ≫ #hari don't look #verse. ≪ 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧. 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #{ did anyone as for some corrupted wukong? no? well he's here anyway kjjkskj } #{ he's been controlled for a very long time } #{ i mean...maybe it could be a bad end where lbd won and did remake the world } #{ and he's a trophy and soldier for her } #{ damn now i want to make another blog. why does this happen }

[shadowyspectre]

"Wow, that was a pretty bad fuck up," the shadow leans close to inspect the other. "Then again...you tend to have a habit of it, don't you?"

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #open post

[shadowyspectre]

"One would think that after so much time, you'd finally give up."

The question was put simply, the ebony simian lounging in a large tree as he idly looked at his nails. "I mean, it's commendable if it weren't so annoying."

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #open

[shadowyspectre]

Air was sucked through clenched teeth sharply, claws digging into his arm. That old scar ached like a bitch, but he didn't dare touch it. Slowly, he forced himself to release his arm. The simian fought against the urge to claw at it, and the shadows nipped at his feet. As the ache grew, the nip turned into something sharper.

He stumbled back, but it did nothing to avoid them. They merely followed him, hissing. A strangled growl rolled from his throat and he stomped onto them. Thick ribbons of black wrapped around his boot. It squeezed tighter and tighter and he ended up clawing the damn shadows off of him.

His back hit the wall, breathing coming fast. But at least...

At least they stopped for now. Still, old memories of when they turned on him hung heavy in his mind.

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #open post #{ boi the parasite sure did leave little consequences on the boys hm? :) }

[shadowyspectre]

Great, he's made a mess. He's going to have such a fun time cleaning that up. What did his poor floorboards do to deserve this? Then again, he could've gone somewhere else.

Ha! As if! Such silly thoughts, Wukong. Nope, leaning against the wall and bloodying his floor was far better than bothering someone. Besides, what about his poor reputation? It'd be tattered with him being seen in such a state. Not like he hadn't put it through the wringer anyway. Hell, he sure as shit wasn't going to see his successor looking like this. Honestly…nope, that was pretty much the list of people he could go to. That was definitely all there was!

"It'll be just fine," the king uttered into the empty room. More for himself, really. "It won't be around for long, and then all I gotta worry about is cleaning up."

Yep, yep. All he had to do was sit here and wait for the wound to close up. He'll be bouncy and right as rain in no time!

…

"Motherfucker."

Yeah, no. It's not sealing. That's...um, that's not exactly good per se. But hey, no need to panic!

Him, panic? Haha, nope! Sun Wukong was perfectly calm. Just a little bump, no need to worry. He'll just wrap it up and it'll heal…eventually. There was no need to worry so he wasn't going to! If you'll just excuse him, he's gonna go wrap this.

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐰𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #open post #hari don't look #{ *sips tea* } #{ oh? nono don't worry 'bout him. homie's doing juuuust fine :) }

[shadowyspectre]

Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears. All. Six. Of. Them. There was no escape as the pace quickened, as horror filled his lungs and made it hard to suck in air. A muzzle. A muzzle. Placed on Dawn like he was nothing more than a damn dog.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump.

Purple swallowed his hands.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump.

A choked wheeze sputtered past his lips, something wet dripping down his cheeks. They hurt him. They dared...

They dared to touch him.

They dared to touch Dawn and treat him like this! After everything, everything that man went through it wasn't enough!

He hates them, he fucking hates them. He wants them gone. HE WANTS THEM WIPED AWAY.

It ripped from him, the magic swallowing him whole. The purple blocked everything, it tore him apart. It yanked at all his pieces until the shadows collided with each other. it was a deadly dance, the sheer force of their hitting make some of the trees blow away. He grew, talons tearing into the earth as he grew and grew. The Shadow clutched at his head, something harsh bubbling up in his throat.

The SCREAM that erupted from the towering behemoth shook the earth. Rage swallowed him, the mere injustice of what happened took away everything.

Everything.

Macaque wailed, an anguished sound that sent the ribbons around his form into a live frenzy. They lashed about, sending pieces of the mountains around him flying as his eyes blazed a brilliant purple. Large claws took out the rage he felt onto the surroundings, as if that could help with it. But he was so furious. So furious and there was nothing, nothing.

Nothing he could do as he screeched, as he defaced the rock and the trees around.

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #dashboard. ≪ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #open post #stxnekxng mention #{ HEHEHEHEHE } #{ POOR POOR DAWN } #{ SUCH A SHAME }

[shadowyspectre]

"...what do you want."

He appeared to be in a bad mood today.

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #open post

[shadowyspectre]

Something was wrong. The strange sensation of wrongness began with the location he awoke in. The area was dead. It looked like the surroundings had been scorched thoroughly, black burned into the stone and earth. His hands were covered in ash, something small and sharp against his palms. After a closer inspection, he found it to be bone. Something about that information made him feel sick. He wiped his hands against his torn bottoms.

It appeared that his hands were not the only part of him covered in ash. He did not like the sensation of it against his fur. His hands moved through it, stopping at the matting he encountered.

Slowly, he pulled his hands away, deciding to deal with that later.

His lips twitched down, getting to his feet and leaving the crater. It was quite big, and he couldn't help but hope he hadn't destroyed the entire area. It'd be quite rude of him if he liked that. So it was a good thing he didn't. The mere thought of destroying this place made something clench in his chest. How odd. What was this strange feeling? It gripped at him and made his eyes burn. He rubbed at them, frown deepening.

Despite things coming slightly muddled, he noticed an ache coming from his chest. Careful fingers pressed over it, jerking back at the ache going into a sharp stabbing pain. His fingers came away bloody.

He blinked, and then blinked again.

That was...supposed to be inside him, not outside.

Huh.

He looked down, staring at the damaged armor that was stained red. His fingers lifted again, this time pressing more carefully. They ghosted over a large wound in his chest, right over his breastbone. It seemed deep, but not...too much of a concern. He paused. Why had he thought that? Not a concern? Having a wound in his chest this deep was a concern!

His hand dropped to his side, and he lifted his head to look around. He should....leave. Perhaps go somewhere to find help—

The simian flinched as a wave of dread pulled at him. An urgency was attached to it as well. But for the life of him, he couldn't remember what was so important. He'd been in a fight, where was his opponent? Did he lose? It sure felt like he did, waking up in a cater.

Move. He needed to move. The urge stamped into his legs, making him walk away from his resting place. But the urge grew, and grew, making him full on sprint away. He didn't know why he was running, but something deep down spurred him to run faster. His fur stood on end, the crackle of something in the air.

Move! That instinct screamed. MOVE!!

His chest was on fire, and a blue glow erupted behind him, the sheer brightness of it almost blinded him even if he was not facing the source.

The urge shrieked.

RUN.

And so he did, legs pumping fast as he tore across shattered and burnt earth. But it wasn't enough. The muscles in his legs bunched, and he leapt up, leaving another crater behind from the mere force. Instead of landing on the ground, he was met with something soft. There was no time to identify what it was, only that he was so far from the ground and moving fast. There was a roar behind him, a name? Either way, it was not happy. He fled, the thing he was on taking him far, far away.

Eventually, he noticed that the area he was over currently seemed healthy. Far better than where he was before. Only...he wasn't quite sure how to dispell this thing. It was comfortable, he'd give it that. But he wanted to check things out. A spur of something—something he'd label stupidity—sent him leaping off the soft thing.

He only had a moment to think, wait should I have done that? Before he smacked right into the ground.

Well, that wasn't fun. Now he's made another crater. At least this one wasn't as big as the one he woke up in.

He groaned, pushing himself onto his hands and knees. "Oh," he moaned in pain, "oh that was so not to good idea. Why did I do that?"

His chest hurt worse. Good going...

He frowned. Good going...

What was his name?

#𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐌 𝐈? #drabbles. ≪ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐰𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠 ≫ #hari don't look #{ is this a verse? a lovely verse? } #{ just to note! Wangji (whom this fella will be called) will not be dual rp with my macaque } #{ this can leave room for anyone to throw theirs in if they'd like and we can plot on that } #{ BUT depending on what is/isn't plotted will definitely affect just what happened before and after he lost his memories } #{ *finger guns* let me know in the replies or dms if you'd like me to throw him at you } #{ btw. i love this idea so much that i actually might make a fanfic about it! } #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #{ look i know it says drabble but this can also work as a starter }

[shadowyspectre]

The sticky tar-like substance clung to him, trying to trap him against the rock face. Panic filled his throat, and lengthened claws swiped out, tearing himself from it. He fell into a roll, avoiding the next wave of the stuff. The source continued forward, unwavering in the face of the attacks brought to it. There was no stumble, no indication of pain. It moved as if it could only focus on one goal. Macaque’s arm stung, and he didn’t have to look down to know there would be a few black lines under the skin. Small this time, he managed to separate himself before more could attach. 

Unglamored purple eyes found his ally, teeth gritting. “We need to move,” he spat, blood staining his teeth. His own. He threw himself to the side, but the thing had been expecting that. Its body collided with him, sending the two crashing through one of the boulders. They rolled and tumbled, Macaque roaring as he twisted to shove the creature into the dirt, trying to rip himself away. His claws sunk into that smooth face, and he thrashed as it only clung tighter. “OFF!” he screamed, tearing into it. “GET OFF YOU FUCKING—GET OFF!” 

Chunks of black goop clung to him as he tore a huge chunk off, finally pulling himself free. His back hit the ground, wheezing as he frantically shook the stuff off. He lifted his head, ready to spew insults at it. Only to freeze. The layer over the face was ripped off.

“...what?” his voice was very, very quiet.

An all too familiar face stared blankly at him, and the mass around them shifted. It sunk into the host, exposing the full body. Gold brown fur stood out, black lines spreading up a throat and curving around golden eyes. The sclera was no longer the white he knew, stained black. 

Macaque remained frozen on the ground, looking like a deer in headlights as the host approached. 

“Peaches?” he croaked, his body finally moving to scrabble back.

Wukong didn’t say anything, staring down at him as the substance leaked from his fingertips.

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 ≫ #muse selection. ≪ 𝐰𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐠 ≫ #event. ≪ 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧 ≫ #{ SNIFF } #{ thank you to the amazing mae for helping me decide on it being a fight scene! } #{ *chews them* } #{ oh yes. remember when i implied wukong and the original creature were separate? } #{ *sips tea and grins* } #{ oh boy. this will be fun playing two muses jfjkdkfj } #{ OH AND IF YOU WANT ANOTHER STARTER FOR THIS PLS LET ME KNOW }

[shadowyspectre]

Fool. It was a term of scorn he used often both in his mind as well as well as vocally. Something simple whenever he needed to make a small cut in someone and not a large wound. Oh, he could be mean if he wanted to. He could be cruel. Yet, he hadn't. Perhaps that in of itself was a sign he should have noticed. This parasite had done more than weaken his body, apparently. It had made him weak entirely. How he had fallen not only from grace, but from dignity as well. Soft, weak, and fearful.

This would not do. Already, there were people that knew of his condition. Knew of the rattle in his chest and the fear of the same happening to others. To him. He did not want any more staring at him with their judging eyes. He was Macaque, and he needed no one. He did not want debt on him any longer. He would shove their kindness aside, and make sure they knew he did not need it.

What happened to him would be his choice. Not the choice of someone trying to fulfill their quota of good deeds. Not the choice of those trying to use him to rid themselves of their guilt. It was not killing him. Yet. He was capable of finding his own ways to handle this. If he needed energy, he could take it.

The ebony simian stared down at the city below him, tail flicking. Yes...he could take it. If you want to live, you either work for it or take what you can from others. If he really needed help—and that was a really big if—perhaps he would take their offers. But he was using them. They were the fools for trying to make him strong again, after all he's done. For all he could do. There was no place for kindness inside him, he needed to remember that. Only manipulation to get what he wanted.

What did he want?

Macaque could make himself strong again. He could make himself feared again. One way or another.

#ic. ≪ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 ≫ #open starter. ≪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ≫ #event. ≪ 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ≫ #{ well. it's nothing big lmao } #{ probably shouldn't be called an event since it's not like wukong had popped up. } #{ but i consider it one since it will be changing how he interacts with others. even if it's just caused by introspection. }