gold eyes

“When Kong looks at your hair,” the Storyteller was saying, “he is reminded of the forebears from which he sprang. Your pale skin means nothing to him. But your hair is the color of the eyes of the Kongs of old. He will never again look into the eyes of those who came before. Dead, all dead….”

King Kong vs Tarzan, Chapter 22


Looking up, Doc spied the eyes of Kong questing about over impatiently flaring nostrils, his nearly-neckless head swiveling menacingly. Excited grunts spilled from his thick, mobile lips.
Again, it struck him with the force of a blow to the solar plexus that the orbs of the great brute were uncannily like the eyes of the family from which he was descended. They lacked the golden flakes of his own, but their resemblance to those of his grandfather, Stormalong Savage, made Doc think he was hallucinating, or in some fevered nightmare.
But this was no dream. Kong now sought him. The ape reached out, began separating boughs, impatiently breaking off limbs as thick around as oak boles.

Doc Savage: Skull Island Chapter 36