#raitoningu

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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 it’s brothers, and preservation. Mind racing. Can’t stop. Can’t---

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 it’s 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 ‘come back’. 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 wasn’t sure what to be furious at, but right now it was the lack of freedom.

@raitoningu "why would you DO that?!"

The voice in his mind was searing almost, loud enough to make Rodan visibly flinch from what he was doing. A human settlement lay before them in ruin, having been set ablaze by the fire demon himself. He wasn’t an idiot— He knew why the humans were here. They were searching for the Queen, who was still pupating nearby. Rodan, of course, refused to let anything happen to her. He blamed himself enough for her death in the first place. If he could prevent another, he would. It didn’t matter how many humans had to die for that to become a reality.

Still, he didn’t take kindly to this one criticizing him for it.

“Chikyū wa sugoi janaidesu ka,” Azrael says in fluent modern Japanese, as she spins a globe on the tip of her bony index finger. “She has been the cradle of life for four billion years, to humans, and to spiders the size of houses.”

The Archangel stops spinning the globe and catches it in her hand, then she notices that the desk chair she’s sitting on can swivel from side to side, which is a fascinating development. She’s used to furniture from dark age Damascus, heavy oak chairs that would scrape across the stone floor, not plastic chairs with lumbar support and...wheels. 

A human who could communicate with the Titans; one who could speak with the great beings in a way not accomplished by any human before. Certainly not in Bruce’s knowledge, though he was arbitrarily young in comparison to the Titans. The Queen sent him— not directly, of course; Bruce hadn’t yet the privilege to see Her. He was sent where She couldn’t go. She needed time to rest and develop anew in Her cocoon. The false king had done significant damage to Her. The Guardians had felt it— not physically but in a way words couldn’t quite describe. Like a fog of agony settling on the ocean surface and vaporized by the rising sun. So She stayed, and Bruce left the security of the reef to find the human— obediently, though begrudgingly, if he were honest.

Humans unsettled Bruce; their pleasure in destruction rivaled that of a few Titans. They fouled the waters and air with debris and smoke. They slaughtered the oceankind with pleasure. In fact, the Guardians were nearly all unwavering in their fealty to Gojira except on the topic of humans. They never challenged the Alpha Titan but debated amongst themselves the lack of intervention against humans who depleted the seas of fish and left miles of nets awash to choke and drown any creature who dared touch it.

Humans unsettled Bruce, truly more than any Titan could. Well, apart from the false king. But Gojira had slain the false king. And that was enough thought wasted on the subject. The Cetus had more tangible worries ahead.

Truthfully, Rodan wasn’t even sure where he was at first. The pounding in his head blocked out most recent memories, but he could vaguely recall a sort of skirmish taking place. Human machines leading him somewhere, a flash of light, an excruciating pain of which he had never known before, then the momentary bliss of unconsciousness. When he awoke, he found himself laying on a cool surface. Stone? He wasn’t sure. He was afraid to open his eyes, simply because Rodan knew that something was different, wrong even. The way some kind of fur or hair tickled his back or the way his talons felt along the ground, he knew some sort of change had taken place.

He just hadn’t expected it to be this bad. Opening his eyes to view the reflection on the linoleum surface below prompted a sound akin to a scream from Rodan. What once was a scaled face with a beak had turned into something far less menacing. Red, fiery hues had faded to a more earth tone, with golden flecks spread across his cheeks from ear to ear. Long red hair, curly and unkempt, fell over parts of his face, obscuring the yellow eyes behind. Rodan realized he was still screaming, and stopped. The panic had set in deep enough for his chest to momentarily heave as he struggled to force air in and out. The sound of a door opening pried the former Titan from his thoughts, however.

The one who spoke to him in his mind. Yes, Rodan recognized his face easily. He narrowed his eyes at the other, vaguely aware they now held tears.

“You—“ The words sounded foreign on his tongue, “What did you do?”

@raitoningu Asked Taj: ‘  will  i  regret  this?  ’

Question Starters || Accepting

“I can make no guarantee that Bongo will not make you pay dearly for thisss,” Taj confirms, almost reluctantly, as he scoops the otter up like a baby as he chattered his complaints and pawed his way up to lay lengthwise along Taj’s torso and sulk, an oath of vengence being sworn between complaints of his pain.

BEFORE THE ANOMLY, you question nothing, but you contemplate everything.

" how did you do that ? How do you UNDERSTAND ME ? "