Starter | Muse: King Ghidorah
The hardest hits had been slammed into his body, into his very soul, like a never-ending nightmare that none of the sort he had ever experienced before. Whereas his being was the one to bring terror and strife to those of all worlds and all creatures, it had been his turn to feel that same sort of wrought with fright. Such was the fate, and his Kingdom came crashing down in molten fire and misery. The loss of his brothers, his wings, and his pride as all was stripped from him, Ghidorah was screaming. Agony that rang through the cosmos, and his spirit was not to rest. Not so soon.
That nightmare didnât seem to end, and he vaguely was aware of more, of tampering that went against even his own wicked ways. A mind that was used, link with his own, and made to power something that felt quite unreal. He recalled the tyrant, and some other foe, both beating on him. Yet, this wasnât him... was it? Skin of metal, mind going wild, trying to understand what was happening to itself. Though, before any semblance of itself was have the time to spare on discovering what was self, what was humanity and enemy. All were enemies. Threats to itself. Threats to itâs brothers, and preservation. Mind racing. Canât stop. Canât---
Wide eyes opened, lightning sparking along golden scales, and a screech left their lips as the center head tried to turn this way and that. Metal, cold metal was clamped in areas that were where it was strongest, wings pulled back tight against itâs frame. Ichi could not feel his brothers, not yet, but one glance to the left and right, he could see that they were still trying to âcome backâ. Muscles and blood were pouring from various places on their necks, and no head was yet in place, just the beginnings of bone at the ends of long expanse of scales.
He growled, as something else was felt, and it was entirely foreign. That, yet so familiar. What is that, he had to wonder. Fiery eyes looked around in this dark place, unable to make out where he was, but it was freezing. The electricity on his scales went straight into the binds that held him down, as if being absorbed. He wasnât sure what to be furious at, but right now it was the lack of freedom.
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