Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
Macaque hid within the shadows of the Spirit Kings throne room, watching his grandfather talk with the Spirit Court. The next time he saw Wukong he was going to set the Dragon Girl on him.
'She'd probably love to get a shot at the great Monkey King,' Macaque thought smirking, before an image of a worried MK popped into his head and the amusement was partially erased.
Noticing the odd look on of the Court members was giving him, he sank furthur back into the shadows. This entire situation was Wukongs fault.
He'd told MK about the Spirit Macaque King, Macaque's Grandfather, and the boy had been insistent that he reconnect with him. He'd somehow even roped Bai He, Dragon Girl, and Red Son, Jiejie's son, into it.
And now here was. Hidden in the shadows in his Grandfather's throne room.
The Demon was quick to stop his inner musing when he saw the Court file out of the room, leaving his Grandfather alone with his guards. Macaque tensed when the Sage dismissed his guards, something he had rarely ever done when Macaque was young.
"Unless you wish to die by my hand, show yourself."
"Woah! No need go be so hostile, Jeje." Macaque slipped out from the shadows, donning the flamboyent persinalitt as if it were a mask. The King stared, eyes narowing in distrust and anger.
"Only a fool would come here and claim to be my Liu'er. I can feel the glamors from here!" With a loud snarl, the Spirit King released a blast of pure energy forcing Macaque's glamors to break.
His six ears flattened against his skull as he was bombarded with noises and voices from thousands of kilometers away. The King's face dropped as he stared at what his grandson had become.
His once silken, white fur that had glowed in the moonlight was now black and rough, shifting like the shadows themselves. A large scar marred the right side of his face reducing the once golden eye to a sickly white glaze. One of his ears was cut almost in half and another was missing a chunk of flesh. White streaks, that resembled sharda of bone more than the moons soft light, branched from behind his ears and along his tail.
"Liu'er," Shenjun whispered, red eyes wide with shock. Slowly the old Macaque pulled himself from his throne and approached his grandson. "You've come home."
I might add more but I'm not sure yet.