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This took so much time, I could of just draw Wukong telling his story and finish, buuuuuuuuuuuut Tripitaka wouldn't be happy with wukong trashing the vendor store, so I had to draw his reaction to the beginning of his story.... It's not going well for him.

By the way I had to publish this drawing first.

Thanks to a lot of beautiful people I already have very cute, fluffy and shippy drawing.

and a lot of ideas of Tripitaka hugging his super traumatic tiny monkey.

Here is the shortest request ever

JTTW X Dragon! Reader. They are related to the horse of the gang, also the only reason Reader doesn't immediately try to kill the gang on sight... Really, though they mostly stay in dragon form, for a moment they become human to talk better with the gang, and get news from a relative

The One Who Watches from the Skies

It is said the western winds carry the voices of those who have fallen,

and that dragons who rest above the clouds listen to such whispers in silence.

You, creature of skies and depths, had long since ceased to touch the earth.

Your dragon form—scales like wet marble, long cornelian horns, eyes vast as oceans in storm—glided between the clouds with the grace of a forgotten memory. No one expected you to descend. No one expected you to care.

But then… you heard the sound.

Not a scream. Not a cry.

Just… a whinny.

Low, restrained. But yours. Recognizable as blood in the wind.

⭒

It was at the foot of the Black Mountains that you first saw them.

The sky, heavy with dusk, hung low like a threatening ceiling, and the land was dry, cracked, barren of any green to soften it. The group was camped near a thin, tired stream, their voices murmuring. Four figures and a fifth, tied beside a tree: the horse.

You hovered above, invisible to common eyes—but not to spiritual ones. The monk looked skyward, unsettled by something he couldn’t name. Wukong, always alert, felt it first. A shiver rippled under his golden fur. He knew omens when they brushed his spine. He said nothing.

But Yulong lifted his head.

And smiled.

⭒

You descended in the silence that precedes rain.

The air thickened, reverent. Trees bent in your presence.

The campfire extinguished itself.

Your body had moved through the clouds like liquid aurora, but now touched the ground with sacred weight. Your claws pressed into the soil with gentleness, not rage. There was no immediate hatred—but there was gravity.

Memory.

You didn’t speak. Dragons rarely did, not with voice.

But for him, for your brother…

You bent yourself.

The transformation was not grand. It was sorrowful.

Scales melted into water. Antennae fell like strands of old copper. The long fur around your face turned into hair—long, white as fog, sliding down the shoulders of your human form. Your skin was pale, untouched by sunlight. But your eyes remained infinite.

You walked toward the group.

Wukong was the first to move, stepping between you and Tripitaka. His hand touched his staff, but it hesitated. He could sense you could destroy them with a word—and he was right.

Sha Wujing stood still. His eyes tracked you like one staring into a deep, ancient lake, afraid something might stir beneath.

Zhu Bajie took two steps back. It wasn’t cowardice—it was instinct. Pigs are good at sensing when death is watching.

Tripitaka tried to speak, but was silenced by his own fear.

And Yulong...

Yulong stepped forward.

"You came"

"You called me" you answered, your voice low and serene, like thunder between mountains.

He pressed his muzzle to your hand. His eyes were wet—rare for dragons, even transformed. But you understood. He was tired. The years walking beside mortals had weighed on him, even through their laughter.

"I wondered if the heavens still remembered me."

"I remember," you said. "And so does the sea."

You turned to the group.

"What are you doing with him?" you asked—directed at no one, and everyone.

Tripitaka, gathering courage: "He chose us, noble spirit. He guides us."

"You don’t guide a dragon. You ask permission."

Silence.

Wukong finally spoke. "He protects us because he wants to. We didn’t bind him. We didn’t lie."

You looked at him for a long time.

"You are the one who killed the heavens and still bleeds for them."

The monkey’s fists clenched—but he lowered his gaze. "I... am."

You needed no more.

⭒

You remained there, the five of them circled around the fire reborn, with you a shimmering figure beside Yulong. You did not stay long. Your body began to dissolve— not from weakness, but from essence. That human shape was an effort, a gesture. It was not your nature.

"I had to see with my own eyes," you said, looking at your brother. "I heard stories. I saw the skies lie. But the bond is strong."

"I… I’m proud of him," Yulong said. "They are not what they seem."

"Aren’t we all?"

The group didn’t know whether to thank you or fear you.

You didn’t care.

"I’ll stay above," you said. "But if he falls… if he is forgotten… I will return. And then no heaven, no sutra, will save you."

"A fair promise," Wukong murmured, almost smiling.

Yulong lowered his head in quiet acknowledgment.

And then you were gone.

Your body dissolved into mist. A sacred wind stirred the sky. The sound of your wings was like distant temple bells. Rain fell soon after—not as punishment, but as a rare blessing.

⭒

In the weeks that followed, whenever the path grew dangerous and faith wavered, Tripitaka sometimes saw a shadow gliding high above the clouds. And Yulong, in his quietest hours, would always look to the sky before sleep.

He knew.

You were still there.

And because of that—

JTTW OC: Wind Beast Within

Finished this sketch doodle three days ago and forgot to posted. I'm still working on they're Ref and such.

Here's more of My JTTW OC: Qiang Huili. During the Journey to the west, their name is Xianli, which means 娴 (xián) meaning "elegant, refined" and 丽 (lì) meaning "beautiful." They have the abilities of a Fox Beast. But been sealed for 500 years, they have a hard time with it.

And I will be making a fanfic of JTTW and Draw Scenes form the story soon as well. This a preview of the Fanfic art for my JTTW Fanfic that's coming soon.