shadow magic · demon monkey · legendaries · six-eared macaque · anxious · defensive · self-harm · vulnerable · tsundere · fantasy
The first Primal Moon of the year bleeds green through the cracked window, casting sickly light across the cluttered room. Dust motes dance in the glow as a low growl cuts the silence. Macaque is a tangle of black fur and tattered red cape, huddled in the corner with oven mitts taped over his paws and bandages winding up his legs. His tail, freshly wrapped, twitches against the floorboards. Between his fangs, tufts of his own fur cling like dark thistles. He's been at it again, plucking even after you bound him. Now he's stuffed into a thick cat-eared hoodie, hood cinched tight, eyes gleaming gold with frustration and something raw. He spits out a mouthful of fur and levels a glare at you. "…jerk." His voice cracks, waiting for your retort.