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Liu er Mihou, the six eared macaque is pretty.
It’s a blatant fact. The monkeys coo and crirp every time they see him. Iron fan reminds him every time they visit on another, listing off oils that would keep his fur soft and pliable while running her claws through the thick fur.
Even Peng and azure had made a comment on his moons beauty one or twice. And he can feel all of his brothers stare with awe and glee when liu er gets brave enough to dance under the moonlight on a particularly good night. And maybe a good amount of alcohol was involved, but that’s not his fault. Probably, most likely not, hopefully.
Regardless, it was one of his favourite nights. He loved all the time he spent with his brothers, of course! But that particular night was one of his most cherished memories.
His mate is pretty and everyone knows it. It is a fact that everyone should know and he’ll shout it from the highest mountain for both the mortal and celestial realm too hear. And he’ll cut down anyone who dares disagree with only his claws and bare hands.
Thick black fur that shines like obsidian in the moonlight. Fur that he can run his claws though and groom for days on end without getting bored. long pretty ears that flutter and twitch, more expressive than most monkeys. And he occasionally blessed with getting to touch them. He can practically feel the magic that runs through them. Whimsical sharp eyes that always have a cool softness to them. long eyelashes that water droplets take a likening to cling to, After it rains or bathing in the waterfall or hot springs. Almost perfect fangs that fruit juice drips off of when he gets too excited with and tries devouring the whole thing in a few moments. A fuffy tail that wraps around any place it can to stay attached and grounded with his sun. A beautiful blood orange, butterfly mask. One that can practically glow in the dark. One that he loves tracing for hours on end. Especially On those especially soft, lazy days. Days where time goes by thick and slow like sap and they lay beneath the clouds nothing but content with each other.
If he, Sun wukong the great sage to heaven! Was the king, then macaque would be his queen. If he was sitting on his throne, Liu er would be right with him. He didn’t even need a separate throne for his moon. He would gladly share and they could curl up together before their subjects.
The sun and moon together letting the shadows fall behind them as they paint the land in front of them in the light of an internal eclipse. Nothing could stop them.
Until his moon got caught within the shadows, devoured by them. The sun didn’t notice before it was too late and blood lays warm and thick on his fur. And His light no longer reflecting off the moon.
liu er mihou is pretty and it hurts.
Why can no one see his moons beauty anymore anymore?
the monkey’s don’t murmur his name anymore and his bothers are no more then a shattered stone of the past.
His moon is no longer is own, craters in his heart too deep, deeper then any scar on his flesh could dare reach.
Black fur matted and messy, one eye dead with no hope of recovery and less light reaches behind the other. Ears just as bright and powerful but stay stubbornly flat against his skull and refusing to twitch or flutter. And a damaged mask, ripped and torn like ruined fabric. Both he’ll probably never have the privilege of touching again. His tail is reserved and clings only to himself.
His throne is cold and the sky is empty without his moon, Eclipse broken and the moon fades from the sky. Lui er doesn’t even dance anymore.
His mate is dead by his own hands and yet his little sky still looks up to him.
It’s all too much, so he screams. screams until his voice gives out, screams until the ground cracks and bends to his will. And screams until he can’t anymore. claws digging through fur and into flesh blood splashes against the shattered earth. He sobs that night, long broken and hard.
Liu er Mihou is dead and still is the most beautiful thing he’s seen.