#goddess-mothra

Rodan was, truthfully, in an excellent mood. Spending time with his Queen always seemed to do that, but the invitation she had so graciously given him was enough to put any Titan worth its salt in an excellent mood. He did as she asked though, flying south and going through the clouds as Mothra had instructed. The flight itself hadn’t been terribly long or arduous, and was quite nice as far as flights went. It wasn’t often that Rodan could allow himself to be completely enveloped by clouds. He was usually far too big for that, anyway.

He touched down on Infant Island after about a good hour or so of flight— Nothing bad at all. The familiar sands and warm waters welcomed him as his talons dug into the sand. Mothra hadn’t been kidding when she said there was a crab problem though— The damn things were everywhere. He thought about just going to town on the things right then and there, but stopped in favor of being polite. He didn’t want to eat without Mothra in case she had something planned. The scent of something far more sinister caught his nose however, prompting Rodan to give a low growl.

    When he finally arrived there would he make landfall in a dramatic presence, making sure to arrive on the shore carefully so as to not risk Rodan tumbling over and back into the ocean. His nostrils burned with the scent of Ghidorah, and his lips drew back into a ferocious snarl as he’d feel that anger bubbling up and boiling in his chest as he’d furiously exclaim the name of the false king.

“GHIDORAH!”

    His voice boomed as he’d roar out, his scales glowing blue with atomic flame from his barely contained anger. Gojira was not happy, that much was for certain as he’d hold his ground and wait. He knew the False King wouldn’t deny his call, and the only thing keeping him from storming the island and taking things into his own hands was his respect for his Queen.

    However, he’d turn his gaze back to Rodan, and gave a solemn look as his jaw set and his gaze hardened as he’d turn it back towards the further parts of the island, looking for any sign of the Hydra.

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For Mothra

What do you give a giant, cosmic, moth as a gift? Not much really comes to mind. Maybe the gift of tolerance... you’re free to visit any MECH base and not get shot at.

For Ghidorah

WE CAN JUST KILL HER AGAIN! IT WOULD BE EASY.

Ichi was not inclined to disagree with his brother. Ni had a point. It would be easy. They had proven as much last time. And this time, there was no overgrown lizard around for her to bequeath her power to. But what purpose would it serve?

she is always so nice, even when she fights us! she is not even trying to fight us right now!

San was the softest of the three brothers. So easily distracted. Curious, even. It was befitting his role, as annoying as his quirks could be sometimes. But moments like these was why Ichi put up with it. In a lot of ways, San was the most observant head. He was right... Mothra wasn’t fighting them right now. Just throwing cheeky comments. Odd.

LET US SEE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT.

𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐬,   perched   before   him   with   ease   as   she   leaves   behind   the   skies   to   sink   below.   patron   saint   of   light   and   balance,   come   to   this   world   so   long   ago.   lost   to   wear   and   fervor   were   many   of   his   battles,   it   was   a   way   of   life,   fighting   both   against   and   for   humanity   when   it   suits   him.   a   keeper   of   balance   himself, borne   here   of   the   much   and   radiation.   and   yet   never   did   fester   nor   rot   the   light   of   her   image   in   his   mind,   no   matter   how   old   he   was.   golden   orbs   examine   her   like   greeting   an   old   friend,   smile   upon   the   old   monarch’s   jagged   maw   that   said   :   𝘪   𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥   𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸   𝘺𝘰𝘶   𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.  

𝐲𝐞𝐬   𝐡𝐞   𝐡𝐚𝐝   𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬,   bearing   witness   was   an   honor   all   its   own,   but   o’   how   it   stung   and   wore   the   old   god   thin   to   watch   her   form   torn   asunder.   always   left   behind   was   her   essence   ---   whatever   she   was   she   could   not   be   killed,   and   he   wasn’t   the   same   but   always   in   awe   and   in   gratitude   did   he   regard   her   when   she   returned.   recalling   his   bellowing   cries   to   the   air,   he   could   not   see   her   any   longer   but   knew   she   was   there   all   the   same.   so   does   he   wonder   how   much   she   knew,   how   much   she   felt,   what   guilt   would   wash   over   him   had   she   weathered   the   storm   of   his   rage   and   anguish   in   the   face   of   her   sacrilegious   execution,   all   to   power   his   fading,   broken   body.   yet   with   a   thought   it’s   vanquished,   he   doesn’t   need   to   dwell.   simply   thankful   to   see   her   once   more,   a   rattling   chuff   does   escape   the   old   god.   presses   forward   gently,   gently   so   to   meet   her   tender   brush   against   his   face.

𝐚   𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞   𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞   𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐬,   laid   waste   to   the   lands   of   man   and   any   creature   who   opposed.   but   not   here,   not   now.   low   guttural   chuffing   continues,   his   heart   rate   slows   just   a   touch,   and   he   visibly   uncoils   in   her   presence   as   he   returns   the   affection   in   kind.   before   her   comes   the   worship   of   his   own   design,   a   simple   thought   tenderly   sent   off   to   her   akin   to   a   boat   upon   gently   lapping   waves.   no   use   for   words   with   her,   he   knew   she   would   understand   in   any   language   he   chose   to   speak   those   words   to   her.   it   finds   respite   on   the   vivid   shores   of   her   being   when   his   eyes   reopen   and   meet   with   hers   once   more   :   𝘪   𝘥𝘰   𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦   𝘺𝘰𝘶.  

{{It sounded larger than rabbits. How curious.}} Mothra looked towards the dark forest beyond the reach of the bonfire. {{Animals don’t usually come this way.}}

“Like it’s a...bear or something? If it’s a bear, it probably smells food or sees a fire.” though now he’s definitely curious as to what was out there especially when it could be hostile. 

snorts.