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18+ Selective Canon Divergent MK Blog

[sxnsetqueen]

Chao-Xing comes from a world where she is the biological daughter to Wukong. However, she was never treated right at all. This blog does have dark themes akin to horror and child neglect and so forth. That being said it will be heavily toned down for those who do not wish to view that. Chao can have interactions beyond that and most of her story is being adapted to tumblr from a discord role play. She has become a character put with thought and consideration. However please be aware that this writing will be watered down if asked. Below is dark themes but also Chao's lore thus far. Please read at your own discretion. If you want to know it but would prefer less of the details.

1: Chao is a biological daughter (the mother depends on certain things. Or will remain anonymous since she herself doesn't know)

2: Chao is heavily traumatized by Wukong and Macaque, she will need time to adapt to being around your versions.

3: Chao is not as far along in her powers as MK. He has more powers accessible to him. She has simply learned and refined what she has learned.

4: Chao will be hostile in tense encounters.

5: Chao was neglected horribly and her thinking reflects that.

Chao-Xing appears twenty one but that is because she is frozen in time due to being turned immortal like her father. Forces with immortalities akin to his. Most of her training was always near death encounters and she started training at the age of ten. Mainly kept in a single room and given the bare minimum to keep going. She was referred to as a badtard child. Suffering neglect and abuse in a sense due to how she was treated which grew resentment for her. Adding Macaque into the picture and the fact he used her to get at Wukong's pride? You can put it together from there.

She does have the circlet but it's cracked and she can move it. That being said she hasn't seen It be able to be activated. So it's never been used. (Can't be in some cases). Chao does have a staff. That being said, Chao Is technically the monkie queen due to the fact her wukong and Macaque died when her world fell apart. For some reason being spared by Buddha and sent to another world. She tries to mainly figure out what time frame she's in and then will try to dissappear.

But since when do the MK's have it easy?

[funtergeist]

who up thinking about harbringer of chaos

[sxnsetqueen]

The crowds grow frenzied for a moment. As if appaled but also just excited to see another death. There is no mistaking the auras of death itself making its presence known. It grips and grinds at the nerves of any intelligent being, fear is a response of survival. The brain kicking you into overdrive in an attempt to preserve. Frankly she knows what this feeling is that crawls under her flesh and fur. Tail slapping against the sands as she studies her surroundings. It's clear that these faint mechanisms mean the terrain can change. However for now it's in her opponents favor. Open field of sand. If she shifts just enough she can feel each grain of sand underneath her feet, perhaps she could sense just how many of her future kills would be upon these grounds. Her opponent before her is muscle. She almost feels sorry for him. Maybe if he'd been fresh meat she'd have let him have more than a one sided fight.

The way they gaze at her. Wolves. Wolves all of them. Thrown to the wolves again as she barely breathes. Control it. Your breathe is your own. Don't let it all out in adrenaline, you'll only be more tired after. A soft note escapes before she tilts her head back a bit, peering directly up at the bell. She can see the way the other gloats. The bell sounds and she can hear the warrior speak.

"It's a shame I have to kill such a pretty bitch. She'd look nice as a lap piece." Her gaze slowly turning to him. She doesn't respond as he moves forward. That giant axe drags across the ground as she looks down to her chains for a moment. As if wondering. She can feel the vibrations in the sand as he charges her down. That giant axe coming so close. Inches from her face before she finally acts. Arm moving up just enough as the cuffs take the entire hit. The shockwave disrupts the sand and sends it flying up. When it clears its a shocking surprise.

She's completely intact. Gripping the axe by the blade as she slowly drags it down further and further. He's trying to wrench it from her grasp and she obliges. Letting go and watching the blunt end smash into his head, blood splatters from the direct contact with his nose and the sheer strength. She doesn't hesitate. This is an opening. She'd survived pain far worse than this. It made her stronger. She was a monster.

And she came to conquer.

The ground cracks from the velocity and strength behind her. Missing with her fist but not her arm, she hooks the demon around the waist. Easily slinging him back and watching him skid for a better posistion. Glamors dispel as her eyes glow, even now she cannot resist the hum for battle. The screams are so loud. Everything is far too loud but she doesn't care. The static turns into something akin to violent bliss. She knows this feeling. She welcomes it as she launches at the demon. Easily kicking the weapon away and getting into a full on brawl with him. He barely fends her off and she isn't even nearly giving it all she has.

That's fine. She doesn't need to. Even a fraction of her power feels like overkill here. What she does do is use the chains of her cuffs to her advantage. When he finally grips her and rejoices, she snags his wrist in the chains. Pulling the a behind his back and yanking. Blood spraying everywhere, the crowds go silent as she effortlessly rips the arm off. Tail smacking into his side to knock him down to the ground. She stalks over.

The aura of a predator reeks off her. She knows well that this same aura has made both of those two stop and stare. She's held it down for so long. She can't anymore. Her claws flex before stabbing it into the demons spine. Snagging the edges of bone as flesh begins to rip. Blood splatters as his wails turn into dying screams before she all but rips the spine and skull out. Tossing the flesh like it was nothing.

She lifts it up for all to see. Cold demeanor as her lips part into an almost howling shriek of a victory cry. Reminiscent of a certain race that have long been dead in her world. She steps on the corpse, baring her fangs for the world to see. The crowds explode. She can't hear anything over them, not even her rampaging heartbeat. For the sake of all she is, she doesn't dare gaze at the box. Keeping her attention on the crowd as her markings gleam.

"Is this all? What a dissapointment." Crushing the skull in her grasp, she spits at the body as she throws the spine away. Even going as far as to roll her shoulders. Sharp gaze snapping to those around her. As if ready to pick another target.

[shadowyspectre]

MK had experienced fear, but this type was different. This was a different breed of it. It was one thing to fear for the world and have his fear of spider demons. A primal fear rolled under his skin, freezing him in place on the cushion. The danger of those claws on him was distant from what lay below the box. It was a cold chill that rolled down his back, gripping the back of his neck. He wanted to run, to run as fast as he could away. But fear was not the only thing that was there. Deep down under it, there was a flicker of something. Something that wanted to snap its jaws. 

But the fear took priority, drowning it. 

He found himself leaning forward, front pressing against the balcony to look. The leash tugged at him, a reminder. But he was allowed to watch. It was sick curiosity that spurred him forward. Yet what he witnessed was…not a fight. His hands tightened on a piece of the ornate decorations, a scream rising in his throat as that axe went down. But his sister caught it easily, and he watched her pull it down. The ensuing fight earned the crowd’s excitement. There was a feeling of dread that overcame him, for a moment, he thought it was for his sister.

How wrong he was. 

An arm was ripped off, scarlet splattering over the sand. MK felt like he was going to be sick. The higher demons behind him became silent at the show. Soon, he was not the only one on the balcony. He leaned back when Chao’s claws dug into the back of the fighter. No, no, he did not want to see—

Talons grip onto his hair, ripping a cry from him as it yanked him forward. His nose bashed against the balcony. His hands push at it, struggling as the demon pulled him up. His bare feet barely scraped at the polished tiles as he was lifted. Hot breath fanned over his left ear, alcohol stinging his nostrils. His eyes pricked with unshed tears, hands lifting to grip at their wrist. Hopelessly, he pulled at the hand. 

“Aw, what’s wrong? Can you not handle the sight, rosebud?”

A disgruntled growl left the gator, not approving of the drunk putting his hands on the trophy. "Take your hands off—" The sentence was interrupted by the battle axe soaring in, burrowing itself into the skull of the offending demon. The force was so strong it ripped their head clean off and pinned it against the back wall of the box.

MK hit the ground, shaking as he frantically scooted back. His back hit the gator’s leg and out of instinct, his hands clung to him. The Arena Master huffed, setting a large hand down on his head. Petting the male soothingly (it wouldn’t do to have the poor thing broken now), he turned his attention down to the sands at Chao. A low huff rolled from his chest, the sound amused. 

“Send in the Twins,” he declared. The audience bayed for more blood to coat the sands. They screamed for this new warrior, whose name was unknown to them. He’d have to select a title for her.

MK had his face burrowed against the gator’s leg, unable to stomach more of the fight. Below them, two fighters stepped into the arena. They were two tiger demons with pronounced fangs, reminiscent of sabertooths. One was far too cocky despite what they heard, while the other was more wary. The cocky one’s attitude shifted upon seeing the mess of the boar. His grin remained, albeit shaky. The other stepped away from him, a trident and net in his grasp.  

[sxnsetqueen]

She tears her gaze away. The one who's touched her brother is dead. She made an example out of him hopefully for all. Yet even now the call of blood roars in her. It wants more. She wants more. This won't be enough to stop her. This would never be enough. They won't be enough even as she snaps around to turn her attention to these twins. Reminiscent of sabertooths as she fidgets with her cuffs. It feels like she could do more. She needs to do more. The crowd screams for it, something inside her does too. She can feel like the edges of strands are fraying, threads slowly snapping. She breathes. Ones cocky, the other is more weary. She needs to be aware of teamwork here. No weapon. That's fine. She can do this.

It takes no real effort to outspeed them. They're bigger but not as quick. Her claws leave small scratches in her mad dashes, having to avoid the trident nearly stabbing her. Twisting her tail to yank at it and send them off balance, she slams her fist into the first one. Hearing bones crack from the force. She doesn't intend to hold back. She will make it a decent execution. Grabbing at his jaws as her claws hook in. She's about to see if she can't rip his jaw off when the terrain lurches. Leaping away and even going as far for a back-flip and landing on one of the suddenly appearing trees branches. Oh?

The terrain becomes akin to a forest. Which is perfect for her. She leads them on a merry goose chase for a while. Seeing their limits and slowly instilling that fear of death. Of the inevitable end. She's so close to the first one she could almost smell the fear. Unfortunately her leap doesn't go to plan when the net snags her. Tugging at her flesh and dragging her across the ground. She doesn't flail. Immediately do her claws dig into the strands, starting to rip despite the pain running through her gut. Stabbed. Of course. It doesn't matter. Turning on her side just intime as she posistions herself to catch the end of the trident. A scream tearing from her throat of feral origin as she yanks him down.

The taste of blood almost sends her over the edge. It floods her mouth as fangs rip into vital areas of his throat. Gripping tightly as the other is trying to get her off. Claws securing a grip around the trident as she posistions herself. She can heal this type of damage. They can't. So what does she do? Impale the other one right through the chest by running herself through with the trident. Only decades of pain keep her from screaming. Mind mere static as she rips the first ones throat out and then the trident out of herself and the second. Throwing it aside as both bodies drop. Twitching in the throes of agony and death as she spits out blood.

It's painful but her magic surges for a second. Quickly stopping the flow of blood and the flesh slowly begins to heal. Stitching herself together infront of everyone's eyes as she shakes her head, blood soaked claws moving to push her bangs out of her face. Tongue dragging across her fangs as she breathes. God's she's hungry. She feels so hungry. She's so fucked. So doomed. Stepping ten feet into hell and she's hungry. Her throat begs for something. Anything. Slowly moving to pick up the trident, she easily twirls it in her grasp.

It's just like the staff but with a pointy edge right? Yeah. She can use this.

[sxnsetqueen]

"I don't think we've seen each other before yet you seem to have kept your eyes on me quite intently. Though, do pretend that I can't sense you behind that tree."

@rage-reloaded

[rage-reloaded-a]

●﹁🍑﹂○ ❝ I, uh, I wasn't staring! Wasn't even here at all! ❞

Panicking, Sonson scrambled to try to look cool and give the impression that she was totally not gawking at her younger (less monkey-looking) teacher. Instead she stepped on her own tail and tripped face first into the tree she was hiding behind.

Very cool.

[sxnsetqueen]

"Oh my."

Unable to help the soft chuckle that escapes her she moves forward. Gently reaching out and grasping the back of the monkey demons clothing. Helping them up with ease as she debates keeping her glamors. An athletic build that put many to shame and an eternal beauty she can't help but study the other.

"Have we met before?"

[sxnsetqueen]

With a hope. With a goal. They stay close to one another. Rest doesn't come easy but with him by her side she finds herself falling into an uneasy one but sleep nonetheless. She needs it. She will need her rest when she can get it. To the victor goes the spoils. What she can do thanks to not needing it (atleast in terms of being undying) is give it to MK. He will need it far more than her. Still, she could share whatever she got with him. A soft note escaping as she awakens. The lock is coming undone and she moves. Releasing her grip on him yet he clings to her.

She can do nothing as she's pried away, led out and down the halls. She can hear them, prisoners. She doesn't acknowledge them as she's walked past. The chains linking her cuffs are but another tool in this upcoming battle. Taken into a small room, no doubt it led to the entrance of the arena. Or perhaps into it. She can only growl when they throw what appears to be almost gladiatorial armor at her. Catching it in her grasp as she listens.

Fine then. She'll dress up. Making sure they are not looking or present when she decides to. It's fairly easy to get on. It covers enough of her body, almost like shorts and a crop top. The armor feels like scales and fur melded together with metal. A single bit of fur on one shoulder, hanging off like a makeshift cloak or sash. She notes that the edges of the side are almost like a mockery of a kilt. Annoying as it is she'll deal with it. If her opponent has a perverted mind then she'll just take advantage of that too. Her lean frame looks small in this, she supposes any would mistake her with MK easily. If not for the opposite gender she had almost exactly the same build. Now....

That wouldn't last. Not long. Slowly working to tie her hair up as she pulls the edges of rope tight. Elastics are no use here, atleast for now. She won't have that type of luxury. She needs to fight for what she wants. There is one thing they can never take from her. The staff hums from where it is, begging to be used. For now, it will remain hidden. She'll make use of her bare hands and whatever she can in this fight. They won't give her anything more than likely.

The announcer begins. Something within her cheers alongside the crowd. She supposes this fighter has won a few matches. She was his last match before he could go to the champion. Too bad he'd never make it. She takes bold strides out onto the arena floor. Tail dragging across the floor behind her as she steps into the light. Dispelling glamors that still remain. The mask of a phoenix, the marble black and gold fur that defined light and darkness. Clad in armor that didn't even properly hug her frame. She doesn't acknowledge the crowd. She only stares at where her opponent is.

[shadowyspectre]

He didn’t know what to feel about the different guards. Something told him he wouldn’t see these either. MK found himself out the door not long after, but he was steered down a different hallway. Despite his attempts to look back, he soon learned not to after a harsh shove. As they moved, they took many turns down different hallways. So many that he feared that if he did manage to escape, he might not be able to find his way out. He’s unceremoniously shoved into a room. This one was different, wider, and with far more furniture. 

Someone was waiting for him there. A demon whose species he couldn’t quite identify. She clicked her tongue impatiently, and he stumbled forward as a hand pushed him. The demon stopped him from falling, one hand gripping his arm tightly as she looked over him. He wanted to yank away but yelped as he was forced to sit down. What happened next was the more harrowing care routine he’d ever gone through. Honestly, it felt like she was trying to scrub layers of his skin off. No amount of yelling and biting dissuaded her. Yes, he did end up biting her. It hurt, what did you expect? At some point, his hair was gripped by an assistant, stopping him from enacting his vengeance on her hands. 

Never had he felt so traumatized after cleaning.

He was pretty sure her dunking his head under the water several times was more than washing his hair. MK couldn’t help but feel that old itch of bloodlust in him at that. After another dunk that felt like she was trying to drown him, he was free. Free from the bath, at least. 

Somehow, being measured was just as bad. Who needed to pull the tape that tight? He managed to kick her in the face once before the collar acted up. The fact it hadn’t before was a surprise. At least until he realized they had a guest. He was forced to stand, light-head from how it tightened—it had a choking option, how great. 

Eventually, his hell was over. At least, this one was. The young man found himself fitted and made silky smooth clothing. A veil was fitted onto him, hanging over nose and mouth but leaving his eyes visible. There had been some debate over a full one but it was tossed aside. He was given pants over a skirt that was open at the sides, other small debate. One thing that was agreed upon, was the top that stopped high enough to reveal his stomach. 

He was draped in fine golden chains and jewels. But the worst part. The worst part was that as the dang alligator stared at him…MK had a damned chained lease attached to his collar. For a moment, for just a moment he considered going for the female demon’s eyes.

The Arena Master went to his Imperial Box with MK in tow, the leash loosely wrapped around his claws. MK debating pulling against it. As they reached the box, the full scale of the ring below hit him. It was massive. Several higher demons in the box eyed the Arena Master and his prize, moving to the side. A harsh tug sent him to his knees onto a lavish and huge pillow at the seat of the demon’s chair. He gritted his teeth, cheeks burning with humiliation. At least he couldn’t hear what was being said with him over the scream of the crowd. They howled at the sight of the demon coming into view, calling for more blood. He gripped at a corner of the pillow, swallowing thickly. He could see Chao down there. Gods…

She looked so small compared to the massive boar demon that stood in the sands. He must’ve just made a kill before they were taken. He could see the sands stained with fresh red but there was no body. MK swallowed thickly, watching the demon lift a heavy axe over his head. The crowd screamed. 

“Beloved audience members,” MK flinched when the alligator spoke. “I bring to you today a special prize and a worthy fighter. Only one shall you really enjoy.”

He flinched when a large hand settled onto his head, sharp claws pressing into his scalp. “Below you stands one who is rumored to be someone of great importance to a pesky simian. I’m sure you can see the similarities. Now, I can see some of you are judging her small stature.”

The gator grinned, voice booming out from the box. “But I can assure, you she will give us a good show.” Or else.

[sxnsetqueen]

The crowds grow frenzied for a moment. As if appaled but also just excited to see another death. There is no mistaking the auras of death itself making its presence known. It grips and grinds at the nerves of any intelligent being, fear is a response of survival. The brain kicking you into overdrive in an attempt to preserve. Frankly she knows what this feeling is that crawls under her flesh and fur. Tail slapping against the sands as she studies her surroundings. It's clear that these faint mechanisms mean the terrain can change. However for now it's in her opponents favor. Open field of sand. If she shifts just enough she can feel each grain of sand underneath her feet, perhaps she could sense just how many of her future kills would be upon these grounds. Her opponent before her is muscle. She almost feels sorry for him. Maybe if he'd been fresh meat she'd have let him have more than a one sided fight.

The way they gaze at her. Wolves. Wolves all of them. Thrown to the wolves again as she barely breathes. Control it. Your breathe is your own. Don't let it all out in adrenaline, you'll only be more tired after. A soft note escapes before she tilts her head back a bit, peering directly up at the bell. She can see the way the other gloats. The bell sounds and she can hear the warrior speak.

"It's a shame I have to kill such a pretty bitch. She'd look nice as a lap piece." Her gaze slowly turning to him. She doesn't respond as he moves forward. That giant axe drags across the ground as she looks down to her chains for a moment. As if wondering. She can feel the vibrations in the sand as he charges her down. That giant axe coming so close. Inches from her face before she finally acts. Arm moving up just enough as the cuffs take the entire hit. The shockwave disrupts the sand and sends it flying up. When it clears its a shocking surprise.

She's completely intact. Gripping the axe by the blade as she slowly drags it down further and further. He's trying to wrench it from her grasp and she obliges. Letting go and watching the blunt end smash into his head, blood splatters from the direct contact with his nose and the sheer strength. She doesn't hesitate. This is an opening. She'd survived pain far worse than this. It made her stronger. She was a monster.

And she came to conquer.

The ground cracks from the velocity and strength behind her. Missing with her fist but not her arm, she hooks the demon around the waist. Easily slinging him back and watching him skid for a better posistion. Glamors dispel as her eyes glow, even now she cannot resist the hum for battle. The screams are so loud. Everything is far too loud but she doesn't care. The static turns into something akin to violent bliss. She knows this feeling. She welcomes it as she launches at the demon. Easily kicking the weapon away and getting into a full on brawl with him. He barely fends her off and she isn't even nearly giving it all she has.

That's fine. She doesn't need to. Even a fraction of her power feels like overkill here. What she does do is use the chains of her cuffs to her advantage. When he finally grips her and rejoices, she snags his wrist in the chains. Pulling the a behind his back and yanking. Blood spraying everywhere, the crowds go silent as she effortlessly rips the arm off. Tail smacking into his side to knock him down to the ground. She stalks over.

The aura of a predator reeks off her. She knows well that this same aura has made both of those two stop and stare. She's held it down for so long. She can't anymore. Her claws flex before stabbing it into the demons spine. Snagging the edges of bone as flesh begins to rip. Blood splatters as his wails turn into dying screams before she all but rips the spine and skull out. Tossing the flesh like it was nothing.

She lifts it up for all to see. Cold demeanor as her lips part into an almost howling shriek of a victory cry. Reminiscent of a certain race that have long been dead in her world. She steps on the corpse, baring her fangs for the world to see. The crowds explode. She can't hear anything over them, not even her rampaging heartbeat. For the sake of all she is, she doesn't dare gaze at the box. Keeping her attention on the crowd as her markings gleam.

"Is this all? What a dissapointment." Crushing the skull in her grasp, she spits at the body as she throws the spine away. Even going as far as to roll her shoulders. Sharp gaze snapping to those around her. As if ready to pick another target.

[dxwnxdusk]

She could hear it all. This arena was a killing grounds. Survive. Prevail. Victory or Death. Kill or be Killed. You would only get so far if you tried to be nice. Kindness would not work here. The accommodations are fine, she's gone without more than what is given now. She already knows what she must aim for. No doubt she will encounter all types of demons but she has fought gods and devils alike. She will see to it that she survives. Not for herself. For her family. She has to. She must.

It is only when that door closes does she bring her brother close. Ensuring that they cannot be heard does she whisper her plan. "He will show you like a trophy no doubt, hiding your face but you must not try to lunge into the arena. I cannot save you if they decide you are to be 'punished'." A shudder rips through her body at that. She doubts she'd survive well if she were in MK's place. She doubts he'd last long. Wukong has shielded his innocence, in here? It could be his undoing. "I...I...am not going to be myself when I go in there. I hope you know that. Its...it's not me. That will not be me i just-"

"....I can't let you die. No matter what. Your death would change me forevermore. What I can assure you is that I WILL reach the top. I will reach so far that they will depend on what I bring to the table. Understand?" She dare not say that she looked forward to fighting. After trying to stray from it for so long, a part of her screamed in some raw feral excitement for the chance to kill without consequences.

"I will win. For you. For us. So please...if you can. Try with that...whatever he calls it- astral thingy- just....don't make it obvious. Don't push yourself." A quiet sigh. "I can handle this. More than I like to admit. These are the conditions I was raised in."

[shadowyspectre]

MK was quiet as their escorts left them alone in the room, and there was the telltale click of a lock on the other side. He flinched upon hands brushing over him but realized it was just Chao. With a shaky exhale, he lifted a hand to grasp her lightly. He despised the idea of being treated like that. What would be the point if it wouldn’t be obvious who he was? Maybe he’d be presented as a friend of Chao’s, someone she knew? Who’s to say the guards they encountered wouldn’t brag about what they’d seen? Unbeknownst to him, those guards were dealt with. It was done quickly and by the Arena Master’s own claws. Maybe it was good MK didn’t know. 

He couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t try to throw himself in. Who knew what he might see? As for what Chao might be like? Well, he knew had likely only seen a fraction of what she could do. This was a horrible situation, one where she’d have to fight. Fight to survive, most likely. 

Carefully, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. He burrowed his face into her shoulder, tucking in a harsh breath. “I-I know,” he murmured, pulling back to smile at her. It was too shaky, too strained to be anything close to his real ones. “I’ll try to get in contact with him.” 

He’d do his best to be useful in this situation. Chao was carrying so much of it already, he had to do something. MK would gladly take her place if it meant she’d be safer from danger. Two different pieces of him shivered at the idea. One with dread and the other…he tried not to dwell on that. Bloodlust was something he wasn’t fond of. He wasn’t even sure if he could kill anyone. Not like this.

He stood there in that room, holding onto her like he was afraid she'd be ripped from him. Something that wouldn't be too far from the truth once the day came.

Oh, how MK fought to hold onto her, faced with the reality of the situation. But his hands were pried off her.

[sxnsetqueen]

With a hope. With a goal. They stay close to one another. Rest doesn't come easy but with him by her side she finds herself falling into an uneasy one but sleep nonetheless. She needs it. She will need her rest when she can get it. To the victor goes the spoils. What she can do thanks to not needing it (atleast in terms of being undying) is give it to MK. He will need it far more than her. Still, she could share whatever she got with him. A soft note escaping as she awakens. The lock is coming undone and she moves. Releasing her grip on him yet he clings to her.

She can do nothing as she's pried away, led out and down the halls. She can hear them, prisoners. She doesn't acknowledge them as she's walked past. The chains linking her cuffs are but another tool in this upcoming battle. Taken into a small room, no doubt it led to the entrance of the arena. Or perhaps into it. She can only growl when they throw what appears to be almost gladiatorial armor at her. Catching it in her grasp as she listens.

Fine then. She'll dress up. Making sure they are not looking or present when she decides to. It's fairly easy to get on. It covers enough of her body, almost like shorts and a crop top. The armor feels like scales and fur melded together with metal. A single bit of fur on one shoulder, hanging off like a makeshift cloak or sash. She notes that the edges of the side are almost like a mockery of a kilt. Annoying as it is she'll deal with it. If her opponent has a perverted mind then she'll just take advantage of that too. Her lean frame looks small in this, she supposes any would mistake her with MK easily. If not for the opposite gender she had almost exactly the same build. Now....

That wouldn't last. Not long. Slowly working to tie her hair up as she pulls the edges of rope tight. Elastics are no use here, atleast for now. She won't have that type of luxury. She needs to fight for what she wants. There is one thing they can never take from her. The staff hums from where it is, begging to be used. For now, it will remain hidden. She'll make use of her bare hands and whatever she can in this fight. They won't give her anything more than likely.

The announcer begins. Something within her cheers alongside the crowd. She supposes this fighter has won a few matches. She was his last match before he could go to the champion. Too bad he'd never make it. She takes bold strides out onto the arena floor. Tail dragging across the floor behind her as she steps into the light. Dispelling glamors that still remain. The mask of a phoenix, the marble black and gold fur that defined light and darkness. Clad in armor that didn't even properly hug her frame. She doesn't acknowledge the crowd. She only stares at where her opponent is.

[sxnsetqueen]

"Clearly you are if your trying to steal."

Muttering it mostly under her breath as she keeps a fair distance from him. Her skin crawls just being in close vicinity of him and she's sure her old injuries stir thanks to the memories pricking at the edges of her mind. Even still, if he was hungry that meant he'd try to get another person. A huff escaping her as she thinks. She doesn't like the idea but she very well can't leave him starving if that's the case. An old pang in the depths of her chest. She remembers when she'd cried for nights on end, struggling with being hungry but it would never have let her escape the confines of that room. Not until they saw fit to that. Grimacing a bit at the thought. She shifts the bag a bit more in her grasp before setting it down. Shifting through its contents.

An assortment of modern day things. However she does move what looks like bags of seeds out the way before pulling out a few apples. It's a shame since she was going to use then to try and make something but even still. No one deserves to go hungry. Rising to her feet as she examines them before putting it back. Well. She won't let him have it for free.

"I have a place in the far east mountains. You help me with setting up what I need to. I'll give you what food I have. Since I'm working on a garden." She was incredibly lucky to have carved a way into one of the mountains and found a natural spring. Already having set up the ground work for rooms, a bathhouse and then to the outdoor area where she was working on a garden. Hidden away in dense vegetation, someone would have to really be curious about exploring such a dangerous area to find that place. Sure it didn't look anything fancy yet but she'd focus on that later once she had her own source of food and perhaps income. "Hey. Food ain't free nowadays. Be lucky I'm feeling generous." She's glad he can't see her bristled tail. Or the tail at all. It be a dead giveaway.

[void-multimuse]

A surprised look crosses Macaque's face as she offers him food in return for some labour.

Well, he's never really been one for giving services to anyone else, it's starting to look like he's not going to have much choice unless he wants to go back to the Diyu again. As much as he tries to do with his shadow plays, it only really gives him enough to pay rent so he can keep living in the theatre.

And he doesn't want to go running to Wukong for help. It would only serve to embarrass him if he ran back to his "King" to grovel at his feet and demand food and shelter. Macaque doesn't need Wukong's strength to defend himself any longer.

"You're lucky the Monkie Kid has me on some kinda cleaning up my act streak," Macaque relents. "Fine. I'll help you out in exchange for some food."

[sxnsetqueen]

"You'll help if you want to have something to eat." She reinforces that statement again, staring him down with cool indifference. While her hatred may be there for another, if a thief attempts to snatch in her own home. Then he will pay it with his hand. Sure. Like someone could ever clean their hands of blood. He would need to begin cleaning up his act far more than what many others knew laid beneath the surface.

She doesn't hesitate to move forward. Leading him away from the city and into dense vegetation. The forest is more like a jungle, wildlife roams freely and in plentiful numbers. Passing by small man made structures that are no doubt area's where she had previously camped. Mostly stripped of what had been left besides the signs of the terrain being slightly changed. Instead she keeps him just close enough, always in line of sight. A huff escaping her as she then pulls back a curtain of vegetation. The edges of a barrier flickering to life, massive and complex. It's clear she's spent days making it. She taps at it, the edges of magic spark before allowing them both in as she sighs. It's a vast area that goes into the mountain, well hidden unless you knew where to go or somehow by luck stumbled upon it.

The edges of structures, logs and basic tools strung about as it's clear that the outside has been worked on. Fine stone carved paths surrounded by the edges of plant life. There is an archway covered in lavender, no doubt leading into the garden she's begun. The soil is well tended to clearly and given the area rain will be plentiful as does the sun. Trudging forward as she goes straight through the wall, an illusion placed.

Inside is a giant entrance of a room, carved out clearly by her own hands and magic. It's clear she hasn't even gotten started on anything else. Long tunnels leading to more rooms except to where the sound of water rushes. A wall of water runs down into a inside pond, where it connects to a stream. Now and again fish can be seen in its clear waters. Making her way past the area and further in to what appears to be the start of a kitchen. Atleast in basic structure. Placing the bag down before pulling out the packet of seeds. She then glances at him.

"I do hope you know how to plant seeds?"

[siixkiing]

sxnsetqueen​:

“Yes. Yes I am.”

.

“Nope. You are not cause they are banned from the mountain as of this very moment, effective right now.”

[sxnsetqueen]

"Then I guess I'll have to take my chances off the mountain."

[sxnsetqueen]

For now. For now she'd ensured MK's safety at the least. She can't do more than that even though she knows the wicked nature of demons. No doubt that should anyone try something she'll rage. She'll make it clear where her limits stand and she can only growl when he states it so clearly. MK would be shown like a trophy. A symbol of victory. Yet that is the opening that is needed. If these inhibitors come off during battle, just enough, she could tell MK her plan. It would be hard but not impossible. She knew that much at the very least. That and when people saw MK there, rumors would spread like wildfire. Not to mention she would put on a show. She'd make sure of it. Especially now. She can only partially gaze over at MK.

Perhaps maybe he could tell how sorry she was. This wasn't a situation she'd want him in ever. A place that will break this boy's view of the world. It was ugly, a ruined place that good would always be battling evil. There would never be one without the other. The fights would be neverending. What matters is family, no matter the cost. Everything else could burn besides her family.

"....Keep your wits about you, Arena Master. I am a prized delicacy. Even amongst your other prisoners." A warning. She knows damn well even the most rabid of demons would flock to her. That and she doubted he had any other spaces besides special ones. More than likely the current champion had rather fine rewards and a fine space. She can hear that one gloating about it to other prisoners. She will take his fame. His 'fortune'. "I have one request."

"He stays with me. Whatever area you keep me in." Gesturing over to her brother before sneering at the lackeys. "I don't trust your men to be as considerable to our deal. Afterall, it is the often those in the back that become the backstabbers." In areas like this. They would no doubt attempt to take MK should he try to take him for himself entirely. What she wanted was for her brother to be in the same room. A promise. That if he was out of sight for too long that she would find her way to him. Besides....

No matter what they do they can not keep her fury quelled. She supposes going War form would remind everyone of that. For now, she will not test it unless they give her reason to. "He will...be with you (unfortunately) during the fights. Afterall it would look terrible if you had insubordination within your ranks."

[shadowyspectre]

MK remained silent, listening to the conversation. He held his knees to his chest, arms wrapped around them. His shoulders were hunched, and he pressed his face into his jeans. At the moment, he didn't care if he looked weak. He was weak. There wasn't anything he could do in this situation without making things worse for them both. The hot gaze of the remaining demons made him curl tighter, teeth gritting. He felt awful, hating how he had been caught so easily. He was supposed to be better than that.

But he sat there, waiting for them to finish. He had an inkling of what was in store. Just that though, because he knew that there were things he would be introduced to. He'd never been in the Undercity before. That's where they must be, but the city was huge. It was basically a labyrinth. It was even harder to find if you didn't know where to look.

The demon hummed, rubbing a large claw over his jaw. "Hm, very well. You'll have your own room." Another loud click of his jaw sent the protests of his lackeys cut short. Despite their unhappiness, they knew better than to mess with him.

"I will agree to those terms. You will have no say over how he is presented to the public, but rest assured that his face will not be shown. After all, it would only bring more trouble for you and your brother." As well as himself, he would have to fight many a higher demon trying to get their hands on what was his.

"Now, are you going to be good for the transfer to your room?" It is a question for both, don't think he didn't notice MK tensing up.

[sxnsetqueen]

No say in how he appears publicly. No doubt they were going to dress him up. The thought reaffirmed in her mind as she can only keep her composure on the outside. On the inside, she was beginning to wonder how delectable alligator meat was if it was sold for such a high price. Atleast his face won't be shown. The last thing they needed was the bull family somehow seeing this, or heavens forbid it somehow made media above. Though she highly doubted anyone would really be paying attention to the trophy and more to the fight. It's no question that her claws are flexing if only because of her ache to fight. To vent this rage onto some poor sap who dreams of victory. She will squash all hopes and dreams her enemies have. She will become the very name that those two had once called her. Perhaps someone called MK it?

A Harbinger of Chaos.

"....Yes. Though If you plan to throw me in the arena. Give me atleast someone who can take a hit." They wanted a show. She'd give a show. However she wants it to be something like a death sentence to any newbie. To prove she wasn't. These people did not know what a cat h they had gotten but she'd put her skills to work. All of what she learned was to be put to work. If only that she agrees for MK. For survival. To prevail. Nothing else matters. No one else matters besides MK. She would sacrifice all she was for his survival. She would get him home.

So she goes. The bonds are changed and she can feel her magic hum before they're restrained. Precaution of course. Yet it's not like she's putting up a fight. However she doesn't allow herself to be removed from MK's side. Her tail slowly reaching out and wrapping around his arm as a clear sign she had no intentions of that happening now. She knew how area's played out. Yet she can say this to her brother.

"I wish you had not the sight to see what will come."

[sxnsetqueen]

(from crossed-worlds) (Nezha)

".....Um... is something wrong?"

A quick glance from the barrier she's set up. To the sudden God in her backyard. Unimpressive it may all be but she's only just started getting the basics set up for what she wanted to build. Better yet-

"How in the name of the diyu did you get in here???"

[sxnsetqueen]

The blood is almost addictive to her. She forgot what demon flesh tastes like. She forgot how much they could bleed, she almost forgot the scent as well. A quiet huff escaping her as she drags her tongue across the edges of her fang. Pearl white no longer stained red with blood as she grows silent. The alligator was clearly in charge here, given how he commands silence so easily. Her ears twitch underneath her hair, ebony black looking glossy in the faint light. In the midsts of chaos, there is also opportunity.

All warfare is based on deception. It is unfortunate for them that they bagged a champion. She can hear the roars of crowds somewhere. This wasn't no ordinary selling area. Bids were placed. They were worth something alright. If they wanted a killer then she would be more than willing to give it. If she couldn't take her rage out on them yet, then she would have to for the roaring crowds she could hear. Tail swinging behind her despite the weight. She doesn't register any of the pain. It is nothing compared to MK's. It's nothing compared to the suffering they will make him go through.

"....If you want me to behave. Tormenting him will not be your answer. You are naive to believe I can simply quell my instincts at such a young age." Her voice is low, she refuses to show emotion or perhaps she doesn't have much of it to offer to begin with. A quiet note as she tilts her head slowly, chains rattling from her movements. "This is a killing arena. I am no fool to what I hear beyond these walls." The way she could hear the injured scream, the announcers documentary of the match. Her gaze unyielding at the demon before her. "....If you leave him alone. I will go. If you harm him...or kill him. I will make your lives a living hell."

"I will fight. Just imagine how many would flock to see his daughter in your arena." A dry chuckle, except her gaze snaps to the side when she hears MK twitch, muscles tighten in his throat. Her growl meant to silence him more than anything as she spits out her words. "Don't." The way he gazes at her, she knows he wants to protest. It's MK for crying out loud. Yet if anyone could reach Wukong and Macaque from here? It's him. That astral projection that even she can't do. You can't simply stop that with magic limiters. He needed time to gather his strength and she can only hope he understands what she wants in her gaze.

Instead turning her attention back to the hulking demon before her as she releases a low hiss. "Or should I fight one of your little lackeys and give you a real show?"

[shadowyspectre]

MK twitched at her words, head snapping around to stare at her. The dizziness was weak compared to this. His lips parted in his protest. "Chao—" His words were cut off, flinching back at the growl directed at him. His hands clench and unclench. Why? Why won't she let him stand up for her? He could do that, he could!

The low hiss of a voice filled his ears, an echo of frost. 'Can you?'

His nails dig into his palms, sharper than before. Enough to cut into his flesh. He could see that her gaze had something else in it. Something she was trying to tell him. His brow furrowed as he stared at her, hands shifting in the shackles. But he is forgotten about, his presence pushed to the side. He's nothing more than a mere pawn this is messed up game. MK was meant to keep her in check, an offering solidified by Chao. Gods, he knew she was doing it to ensure his safety. He knew.

It didn't get rid of the prick in his chest.

The alligator's attention was caught. There were no doubts about that from how his gaze was fully settled onto Chao. He knew the pros were far outweighing the cons of killing the Kid. The female's snap at the other did not escape his attention. Clearly, keeping the younger sibling would do wonders at keeping her in check. With such an offer easily given, he knew he would have to keep an eye on the Princess. There was old intelligence in those silver eyes. Who was he to refuse such an offer?

After all, who knew what the Monkey King's successor might bring to the table in the future? One would have to be stupid to look at the boy's accomplishments and toss them aside. He had two very nice pieces of fruit, one just has to have time to...ripen.

"Very well," he hummed. "I will take your offer." For now.

"I will not lay a hand on him, and neither will my men. The damage he may receive will be from the collar if he disobeys the rules. Which," his maw split into a fanged grin. "Are simple. He does not interfere with the rounds, he will remain at my side in the Imperial Box. Should he give too much lip or try to attack, he will be given punishment for it."

[sxnsetqueen]

For now. For now she'd ensured MK's safety at the least. She can't do more than that even though she knows the wicked nature of demons. No doubt that should anyone try something she'll rage. She'll make it clear where her limits stand and she can only growl when he states it so clearly. MK would be shown like a trophy. A symbol of victory. Yet that is the opening that is needed. If these inhibitors come off during battle, just enough, she could tell MK her plan. It would be hard but not impossible. She knew that much at the very least. That and when people saw MK there, rumors would spread like wildfire. Not to mention she would put on a show. She'd make sure of it. Especially now. She can only partially gaze over at MK.

Perhaps maybe he could tell how sorry she was. This wasn't a situation she'd want him in ever. A place that will break this boy's view of the world. It was ugly, a ruined place that good would always be battling evil. There would never be one without the other. The fights would be neverending. What matters is family, no matter the cost. Everything else could burn besides her family.

"....Keep your wits about you, Arena Master. I am a prized delicacy. Even amongst your other prisoners." A warning. She knows damn well even the most rabid of demons would flock to her. That and she doubted he had any other spaces besides special ones. More than likely the current champion had rather fine rewards and a fine space. She can hear that one gloating about it to other prisoners. She will take his fame. His 'fortune'. "I have one request."

"He stays with me. Whatever area you keep me in." Gesturing over to her brother before sneering at the lackeys. "I don't trust your men to be as considerable to our deal. Afterall, it is the often those in the back that become the backstabbers." In areas like this. They would no doubt attempt to take MK should he try to take him for himself entirely. What she wanted was for her brother to be in the same room. A promise. That if he was out of sight for too long that she would find her way to him. Besides....

No matter what they do they can not keep her fury quelled. She supposes going War form would remind everyone of that. For now, she will not test it unless they give her reason to. "He will...be with you (unfortunately) during the fights. Afterall it would look terrible if you had insubordination within your ranks."

[siixkiing]

@sxnsetqueen​ { ☯ }

“I have got to get me more of these.”

“No, you are not.”

[sxnsetqueen]

"Yes. Yes I am."

[sxnsetqueen]

The world feels like it's drifting in and out. What snaps her awake isn't the fact MK heaves his guts out. The fact it is likely all bile as his groaning suggests means that they've been here a while. Which meant Wukong nor Macaque could track where they were exactly. Even now it feels like her magic is crawling underneath her fur. The way the chains flicker like they're trying to absorb it. Good luck with that. She grunts when he tries to squirm back, given their positions it's not easy but he definately gets back a bit before her chains snag at him just a bit. Slowly does she cast silver eyes to gaze at those who walk in. The light doesn't bother her. In fact she already knows what's coming. She hasn't been like it in a while but in this scenario she can't be anything else. That slow rising predator aura. It far outclassed anything MK was giving off at the moment and given the fact the only thing that was enabling this is that MK was in danger.

Something snaps in the depths. If they laid a fucking hand on him she was never going to stop. She wasn't going to give them anything and like hell she was gonna be sold off like someone's picket fence dream. Edges of steam drifting from her mouth as she can hear the lackeys coming in. Definately comments thrown around about how there wasn't supposed to be two. Which means MK got dragged into this. Which meant he was in danger. Danger. Danger. Because of her. All because of her. She doesn't know when she's zoned out but she does register one of the four demons walking towards MK. Going past her prone figure.

Big mistake.

It takes no effort at all to swing her tail, the heavy object which she realizes is a weighted brick goes flying. Smashing into their leg and causing them to go off balance. Snagging her c just enough to pull it tight so they end up falling back her way. She does care if the heat turns unbearable. Glowing eyes illuminating her face that's akin to sister bear being activated as her fangs snap out to their full length. She gets the hand, a furred limb which she assumes that this demon must be some kind of weasel or such. Doesn't matter.

It's a tug of war until finally blood splatters everywhere. At the same time the collar feels like it ignites against her throat and she writhes. Loud hissing yells escaping her as she thrashes. Anytime they try to go towards MK she won't let it. She won't. She can't. She swore to him. She swore to Macaque. So instead all she can do is hiss a promise. "I will kill you...all of you. I'll make the damn Diyu look like a fucking picnic!"

[shadowyspectre]

MK felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, the sensation making a primal fear itch at his head. There was nowhere to go to escape the feeling of being trapped in a room with a predator. At the moment, he didn't even notice it was coming from Chao. The young man was no fool; he knew they were in deep shit. This was something he had never dealt with before. Something he had never even brushed over. He pressed himself against the wall, hand lifting for his ear. Yet no matter how hard he tried, the staff did not come out. The demons talk about how it was a surprise to get him. How he wasn't the desired target.

"The boy simply got too close."

He watched as one of the demons approached him, a cocky weasel who didn't look like he had good intentions. Not that any of the others did. He tried to press himself back again, a fine tremble rolling through his form. Come on, come on, snap out of it! You're supposed to be the Monkie Kid, do something! His muscles refused to move as he watched the demon reach into his pocket, something sharp glistening in its hands.

Oh gods, oh gods.

MK could hear something swing through the air, a heavy object slamming into the demon's leg. Chaos exploded across the room and MK...MK watched as his sister latched onto the demon like a wild thing. When Macaque said that Chao was raised to be a weapon, he didn't really take into account the full severity of that situation. Now, here it was in full force. There was screaming and shouting as the others tried to pull the demon from her.

When there was success, MK could feel little splatters of hot blood fall onto him. The collar burned against him, and it made him want to tuck himself against the wall and hide away from everything. Gods, he was a coward. He couldn't handle this. What was he good for if he couldn't stand up during this hell? Chao's words sting at his ears, and it's enough of a warning paired with the earlier event to make them leave MK alone. There's clearly a bigger catch right there with Chao.

MK could hear them murmur about getting rid of him. "This is the Monkie Kid everyone's been talking about? Wow, what a load of shit."

"Should cut our losses with that one, clearly she's gonna rake in more goods, right boss?"

The alligator was silent, pale yellow gaze shifting from Chao to the huddled form. His jaw opened before clicking shut, the sound making the remaining lackeys go silent. "Bring that one out, his blood is ruining my floor. He should've known better than to try touching the merchandise."

"As for the boy...keep him. His power is nothing to sneeze at." MK could feel the demon stepping to the side, closer to Chao. But still a safe distance. "Who knows, he may be good as a reason she should stay in line."

"So, let's make an example."

[sxnsetqueen]

The blood is almost addictive to her. She forgot what demon flesh tastes like. She forgot how much they could bleed, she almost forgot the scent as well. A quiet huff escaping her as she drags her tongue across the edges of her fang. Pearl white no longer stained red with blood as she grows silent. The alligator was clearly in charge here, given how he commands silence so easily. Her ears twitch underneath her hair, ebony black looking glossy in the faint light. In the midsts of chaos, there is also opportunity.

All warfare is based on deception. It is unfortunate for them that they bagged a champion. She can hear the roars of crowds somewhere. This wasn't no ordinary selling area. Bids were placed. They were worth something alright. If they wanted a killer then she would be more than willing to give it. If she couldn't take her rage out on them yet, then she would have to for the roaring crowds she could hear. Tail swinging behind her despite the weight. She doesn't register any of the pain. It is nothing compared to MK's. It's nothing compared to the suffering they will make him go through.

"....If you want me to behave. Tormenting him will not be your answer. You are naive to believe I can simply quell my instincts at such a young age." Her voice is low, she refuses to show emotion or perhaps she doesn't have much of it to offer to begin with. A quiet note as she tilts her head slowly, chains rattling from her movements. "This is a killing arena. I am no fool to what I hear beyond these walls." The way she could hear the injured scream, the announcers documentary of the match. Her gaze unyielding at the demon before her. "....If you leave him alone. I will go. If you harm him...or kill him. I will make your lives a living hell."

"I will fight. Just imagine how many would flock to see his daughter in your arena." A dry chuckle, except her gaze snaps to the side when she hears MK twitch, muscles tighten in his throat. Her growl meant to silence him more than anything as she spits out her words. "Don't." The way he gazes at her, she knows he wants to protest. It's MK for crying out loud. Yet if anyone could reach Wukong and Macaque from here? It's him. That astral projection that even she can't do. You can't simply stop that with magic limiters. He needed time to gather his strength and she can only hope he understands what she wants in her gaze.

Instead turning her attention back to the hulking demon before her as she releases a low hiss. "Or should I fight one of your little lackeys and give you a real show?"

[sxnsetqueen]

Trying to remember what happened was impossible. Trying to see what the fuck was in her spine was more so. It felt like there were tons of little pricks in her skin and frankly being pulled closer to the other wasn't helping. Low grumbles escaping her before electricity courses through the bonds and she's unfortunately zapped as well. Fist slamming down on the ground almost hard enough to crack it. A scream is quelled before it starts up as it feels like her nerves are on fire, fur bristled and ears twitching as her legs kick a bit. Gritting her teeth tightly as she hisses in pain.

Finally managing to move she only coughs and sputters when the damn collar- why the fuck was there a collar!?- started heating up. She can barely croak out her words, rasping as she speaks. "Stop! Stop. Stop pulling- fuck-" Gritting her teeth she can only writhe for the duration before it finally stops. Flopped on the ground for the most part at an awkward angle. Her body aches, it feels like the edges of her eyes b with unshed tears. Her chest heaving as she tries to get air in. She feels like she's floating at this point but she knows she isn't. Grimacing a bit as she finally can get a peek at him. There's no light here and it's incredibly dark. Even still, she's not sure what she looks like. She's not even sure how she got taken down considering she's been inside the goddamn barrier.

So she does what she can do. If it wasn't already blocked already she snuffs her entire magic out. That would get someone's attention atleast. Slowly moving to sit up again as her head hangs low. Incoherent mutters leaving her as she struggles to remain awake. The world feels like it's spinning, she feels sick to her stomach. "Feel....disgusting..."

[shadowyspectre]

Numerous colors burst in tiny explosions behind his closed eyelids. It became hard to breathe, the heat feeling like it was searing into his flesh. It probably was. As soon as he dropped the chains—which was hard when his hand was spasming—the pain slowed before eventually stopping. He lay there, chest heaving with each gasp of air he sucked up. The stone scraped at the bits of skin that were revealed through his ripped clothing. His precious jacket was a mess. A thought flickered through his head as he noticed its state, almost delirious. 'Ah, that's gonna need a really good patch job.'

It was harder for him to open his eyes this time. After a couple of tries, he managed to keep them open despite feeling like he might puke his guts out. Gods, he really didn't wanna do that. He wouldn't be much help then. He shook his head to try and clear the fog, a grave mistake. The movement seemed to make things worse. So much worse.

MK leaned as close as he could to his right hand, not wanting to hurl next to Chao. His side rubbed against the stone wall as he heaved, trying to keep it down. It was unsuccessful. His throat burned as bile came out, not the food he had eaten from Pigsy's. He whined as he doubled over, heaving as another surge left him. His hands dug into the smooth stone beneath them, struggling to hold himself up. A wave of dizziness hit him during the brief respite. The ache from his nails was distant as he wobbled, falling onto his side. Thankfully not on the mess.

As if his misery at their situation could not get any worse, he could feel several thumps from the ground. It took a few seconds for his brain to kick into gear.

But when it did? He tensed, struggling to push himself to his feet. The heavy footsteps only came closer, before further from them he could see light. Across the room, too far away fro him to reach, was the exit.

And someone was standing right there.

The heavy clink of chains rushing over signaled the approach of another person. "Sir, they're not ready yet—" a quiet voice began, before yelping as it sounded like they were grabbed onto and thrown into the door.

"Don't care, runt. I wanna see the goods I'm supposed to be sellin'. Do what I say." A gruff voice snarled at the door, and there was another small thump. "Unless you wanna be in the stall next to 'em, hurry up.

"O-of course sir."

"Good, bring the other lackey in too since you're shaking so much."

MK flinched back as the door was unlocked and opened abruptly, lifting a hand to shield his eyes from the light. A small and stocky canid demon stood at the door, holding a lantern that illuminated the dark room. Behind the demon stood a towering alligator yaoguai. Slowly they walked in, with the canid avoiding being trampled by the massive demon.

[sxnsetqueen]

The world feels like it's drifting in and out. What snaps her awake isn't the fact MK heaves his guts out. The fact it is likely all bile as his groaning suggests means that they've been here a while. Which meant Wukong nor Macaque could track where they were exactly. Even now it feels like her magic is crawling underneath her fur. The way the chains flicker like they're trying to absorb it. Good luck with that. She grunts when he tries to squirm back, given their positions it's not easy but he definately gets back a bit before her chains snag at him just a bit. Slowly does she cast silver eyes to gaze at those who walk in. The light doesn't bother her. In fact she already knows what's coming. She hasn't been like it in a while but in this scenario she can't be anything else. That slow rising predator aura. It far outclassed anything MK was giving off at the moment and given the fact the only thing that was enabling this is that MK was in danger.

Something snaps in the depths. If they laid a fucking hand on him she was never going to stop. She wasn't going to give them anything and like hell she was gonna be sold off like someone's picket fence dream. Edges of steam drifting from her mouth as she can hear the lackeys coming in. Definately comments thrown around about how there wasn't supposed to be two. Which means MK got dragged into this. Which meant he was in danger. Danger. Danger. Because of her. All because of her. She doesn't know when she's zoned out but she does register one of the four demons walking towards MK. Going past her prone figure.

Big mistake.

It takes no effort at all to swing her tail, the heavy object which she realizes is a weighted brick goes flying. Smashing into their leg and causing them to go off balance. Snagging her c just enough to pull it tight so they end up falling back her way. She does care if the heat turns unbearable. Glowing eyes illuminating her face that's akin to sister bear being activated as her fangs snap out to their full length. She gets the hand, a furred limb which she assumes that this demon must be some kind of weasel or such. Doesn't matter.

It's a tug of war until finally blood splatters everywhere. At the same time the collar feels like it ignites against her throat and she writhes. Loud hissing yells escaping her as she thrashes. Anytime they try to go towards MK she won't let it. She won't. She can't. She swore to him. She swore to Macaque. So instead all she can do is hiss a promise. "I will kill you...all of you. I'll make the damn Diyu look like a fucking picnic!"

[sxnsetqueen]

@shadowyspectre X

Her head is throbbing. Like pins and needles except it's all through her skull. Frankly, she would prefer a broken wrist over this type of sensation. Her field of vision is blurred, it's a horrible idea trying to open her eyes immediately and she takes a deep inhale. The sound of something dripping is what alerts her first. The waterfalls at Wukong's mountain were always prominent. It was never this cold either. Finally after a few minutes of silence does she open her eyes.

And immediately regrets it when her right arm is jerked suddenly. A low grunt escaping her as something snags at her left and gazing at both reveals she's chained up. Heavy duty magic prohibiters on it from what she can see. Even still her vision is still blurry and it feels like something is stuck in her back. Her tail can't move either, weighed down by something or pinned down. Whatever's lodged in her back is staying for the foreseeable future and she can guess it's probably a drug that's debilitating her.

Eyes snapping to the side as she recognizes that voice anywhere. Gently tugging at her right wrist and she can barely make out the bright colors of Xiaotian. His name a mere rasp as she grunts in dissapointment. Her throat feels dry. Still, the last thing she can recall is that she'd been walking around the border of the barrier. Casually talking to Wukong who'd been a fair distance off.

"....well....fuck."

[shadowyspectre]

Oh gods, it's Chao.

How'd they get her? Was she snatched before him? After him? Shoot, did Macaque and Wukong know they were gone? He'd been heading up the mountain with some leftovers! He racked his brain, trying to remember what happened. He'd been walking up the path...he remembered that. Uh, it got...dark? Yeah, it was like there was a lot more shade than before.

Ah crap, he got crushed under something, didn't he?

He strained toward her, the chain attached to the wall keeping him from getting too close. No matter how hard he pulled, it didn't budge. Heck, he didn't even hear it creak. Maybe he just wasn't trying hard enough? He should be able to break free if these were normal chains.

MK ended up pausing, staring at Chao with wide eyes. The more he looked at her, the more she did not look good. Well, from what he could see of her. It was still dark in there. His vision flickered, struggling to see her silhouette in the darkness. Only, he was greeted with a rather harsh zap! He yelped, instinctively, moving the hand connected to Chao to his aching throat. He paused at what lay beneath his fingertips.

Was...was he wearing a collar? Oh jeez, that wasn't good. That wasn't good at all. Negative 3 stars, the number was steadily declining. This was not the best situation. It was definitely a problem that was certain.

Um, this was fine! It was fine. He'd get them out of this and they would be right as rain.

He started pulling at the chain connected to the wall harshly. After a couple tugs, it creaked. Before he could celebrate his victory, a hot stabbing pain flooded across his neck. He shrieked and quickly dropped the chain. The young man fell onto his side, clawing at the collar that felt like it was trying to burn him alive. Maybe he was exaggerating but it hurt.

[sxnsetqueen]

Trying to remember what happened was impossible. Trying to see what the fuck was in her spine was more so. It felt like there were tons of little pricks in her skin and frankly being pulled closer to the other wasn't helping. Low grumbles escaping her before electricity courses through the bonds and she's unfortunately zapped as well. Fist slamming down on the ground almost hard enough to crack it. A scream is quelled before it starts up as it feels like her nerves are on fire, fur bristled and ears twitching as her legs kick a bit. Gritting her teeth tightly as she hisses in pain.

Finally managing to move she only coughs and sputters when the damn collar- why the fuck was there a collar!?- started heating up. She can barely croak out her words, rasping as she speaks. "Stop! Stop. Stop pulling- fuck-" Gritting her teeth she can only writhe for the duration before it finally stops. Flopped on the ground for the most part at an awkward angle. Her body aches, it feels like the edges of her eyes b with unshed tears. Her chest heaving as she tries to get air in. She feels like she's floating at this point but she knows she isn't. Grimacing a bit as she finally can get a peek at him. There's no light here and it's incredibly dark. Even still, she's not sure what she looks like. She's not even sure how she got taken down considering she's been inside the goddamn barrier.

So she does what she can do. If it wasn't already blocked already she snuffs her entire magic out. That would get someone's attention atleast. Slowly moving to sit up again as her head hangs low. Incoherent mutters leaving her as she struggles to remain awake. The world feels like it's spinning, she feels sick to her stomach. "Feel....disgusting..."

[sxnsetqueen]

@shadowyspectre X

Her head is throbbing. Like pins and needles except it's all through her skull. Frankly, she would prefer a broken wrist over this type of sensation. Her field of vision is blurred, it's a horrible idea trying to open her eyes immediately and she takes a deep inhale. The sound of something dripping is what alerts her first. The waterfalls at Wukong's mountain were always prominent. It was never this cold either. Finally after a few minutes of silence does she open her eyes.

And immediately regrets it when her right arm is jerked suddenly. A low grunt escaping her as something snags at her left and gazing at both reveals she's chained up. Heavy duty magic prohibiters on it from what she can see. Even still her vision is still blurry and it feels like something is stuck in her back. Her tail can't move either, weighed down by something or pinned down. Whatever's lodged in her back is staying for the foreseeable future and she can guess it's probably a drug that's debilitating her.

Eyes snapping to the side as she recognizes that voice anywhere. Gently tugging at her right wrist and she can barely make out the bright colors of Xiaotian. His name a mere rasp as she grunts in dissapointment. Her throat feels dry. Still, the last thing she can recall is that she'd been walking around the border of the barrier. Casually talking to Wukong who'd been a fair distance off.

"....well....fuck."

[sxnsetqueen]