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I have moved all of my Titan muses! Godzilla, Ghidorah, Mothra, Rodan, and Kong will all be over at thefirstgods from now on, with some newcomers as well, for conveniences sake! Iāll be keeping all of their old blogs in case I ever want to return to having them as solo muse blogs again, but for now thatās where you can find my Titans!
The 25 foot tall wingless dragon looked petrified. He had no clue what this was. All he knew was that it was needlessly huge, and it made him very nervous. Baydrake backed up several paces. He was unsure if it understood any spoken language so he had not yet activated his speaker collar. He whined a little. Oh man this was BIG.
he looms high above, his scutes rippling with light as soon as he sees the other creature- not threateningly, but in an attempt to communicate, unsure of what it will understand; its small, compared to him, but still larger than the little soft creatures that populate most of the planet after his long hibernation. when his scutes do not produce any response but a whine, he opens his jaws and trumpets a call- a greeting sound, one he hopes the creature will understand and be able to respond to.
a forward lean follows suit, flaring nostrils revealing inhalation as the great Titan takes in air to try and scent the small creature- the dragon- and understand its being, now that itās hovering and doing flips in mid-air; itās certainly different from the one other dragon heās met, after all, that golden terror.
name? Baydrake? I amā¦ Godzilla.
āGodzillaā¦ Well hiā¦.ā Baydrake froze when Godzilla leaned forward as well. Sniffing at him as well. The dragon carefully landed on the Titanās snout. He remained light on his feet in the event Godzilla did not like him perched on him.Ā
āIāve never seen anything like you at all beforeā¦ Have you always been in this world?ā
an unlikely thing happens at the light touch of Baydrakeās feet on the Titanās nose; the massive being shivers and then sneezes, an echoing thunder of sound that ends in a faint bleat of surprise before he steadies himself and responds.
hello. been here long time. maybe forever. am not sure.
Skylie was stunned by the sight of the enormous creature. The albino child stood out clearly from most other humans due to her lack of pigment. Bright white hair, pale skin, pink-and-red eyes. Skylie had only heard stories and legends involving this creature. Yet here it--HE--was. The child swallowed thickly. Not sure how to approach the situation. This being could easily kill her. If he so chose.
he is unaware of her yet, his mass still running with water as he looms above the waves that lap aside the shorelines; his scutes spray with sea as he shakes his form side to side slowly, somewhat resembling a dog, not that heās aware of such.
she thanks him for saving them? thatās new; most of the little ones just look at him as a mindless beast, and while he is not so as to think that he is the greatest intellect, mindless he is not.
welcome. was keeping balance.
he leans over until he can see her better, hunched with his arms tucked towards his chest to make better room for his knelt head. he considers her with massive amber eyes, blinking slowly with twin lids.
She blinked up into those giant amber eyes. Skylie reached a hand up towards his nose. Pale fingers spread wide apart. The child had always been curious about the King of the Monsters. The albino patted Godzillaās nose gently. āWere they the only ones cause the imbalance?ā she asked.
The way she had it figured, there were others out there. Like the MUTOs.
he bristles at the thought of others, but takes care to remain still, knowing heāll harm the little one if he reacts otherwise; instead, he just blinks at her, letting her see that heās aware that sheās touching him, even if he canāt really feel the sensation of the pats on his snout.
others too. mostly sleeping now. not awake... yet.
he hopes that ominous warning isnāt too much, but itās honest- and heās nothing if not that, because what purpose does something like him have for something like lies?
Skylie was stunned by the sight of the enormous creature. The albino child stood out clearly from most other humans due to her lack of pigment. Bright white hair, pale skin, pink-and-red eyes. Skylie had only heard stories and legends involving this creature. Yet here it--HE--was. The child swallowed thickly. Not sure how to approach the situation. This being could easily kill her. If he so chose.
he is unaware of her yet, his mass still running with water as he looms above the waves that lap aside the shorelines; his scutes spray with sea as he shakes his form side to side slowly, somewhat resembling a dog, not that heās aware of such.
she thanks him for saving them? thatās new; most of the little ones just look at him as a mindless beast, and while he is not so as to think that he is the greatest intellect, mindless he is not.
welcome. was keeping balance.
he leans over until he can see her better, hunched with his arms tucked towards his chest to make better room for his knelt head. he considers her with massive amber eyes, blinking slowly with twin lids.
ā
her cheek is soft when he touches it; softer than, perhaps, anything heās ever touched, and yet her skin is faintly rough at the same time, though maybe heās feeling more of his own callouses in the motion of his thumb- and he wonders how that feels, the stitches of skin that catch on hers, as he examines the depths of her eyes; equals, they are, that much has been clear from the beginning, despite any former divides. in these forms, they are King and Queen, two regal beings of royal blood.
he could look for words to say to her, look for something romantic and round-edged to make with his words, but those arenāt what heās good with; heās good with actions, moreover, with taking a deep breath in and moving fast, so thatās what heāll do now, instead of mulling any further over what is to follow- what once would have been the collision of tectonic plates, the fusion of radioactive powers, is now simpler, and yet more profound.
lips meet lips in a collision with as much force, and he could not tell anyone who might have asked after who truly initiates the kiss, but once itās begun, he understands that there are some things that donāt need to be known- just felt. so he feels it, warm and blossoming like the wings of the great ones that flew long ago, many-colored and fantastic, one hand cupped against her cheek as he tilts his head into their embrace, finding her hand with his free one so that he may knit his fingers through her opposite ones.
Send aĀ ā for a first kiss between our muses.Ā
āAbilitiesā¦ mostly, yes. I am strong. Iāve spent millennia learning how to fight, and I havenāt just forgotten that after all this time. So Iāve still got that. And, apparently, you to help me. Thank youā¦ for that.ā
heās startled by her, somehow, by the reptilian shade of her eyes; oh, sheās like him, thatās for sure, even if sheās of a different breed. they are something similar; where he is King, she is not far from being the same in her own vein, and utterly unexpected as well.
once so large, he has missed the passage of time, and of science, perhaps, in this world of his- a science that has changed the world so immensely.
āWhatās your- name?ā
Ā Ā Ā "No need to thank me. Thatās what leadership does.ā She replied, giving him a warm smile. They weāre very similar to one another. Both king and queen. His scent was similar to her very own. While she didnāt have the capabilities as he did, they both were at the very top of humanity.Ā Ā
"Rexy. Queen of Isla Nublar.ā She replied before glancing down. āWell, was. My home was destroyed but I still am a queen.ā Sadness was in her voice at the mention of Nublar exploding. She missed it greatly and there wasnāt anything she could change about that.Ā
Taking a step towards him, tilting her head, she admired him more. Gazing and trying to place what exactly he was. āWhatās yours? I figured you were a king. The vibe coming from you gives it away. Youāre far more powerful than I can ever be yet, so similar to me.ā
āI am... Godzilla. I was a- a Titan.ā
speaking his own name feels powerful, the way that it rolls off the tip of his tongue and layers itself into the air; he is glad to have something of his old self that remains, even if heās not sure how much his it truly is, since the humans gave it to him, and not his family from long, long ago. all the same, he enjoys the sensation.
āYou lost your kingdom? Iām sorry to hear that. But, youāre right- no one can take what we are away. Even if that changes.ā
he tilts his head in the same manner that she does, and takes her in; the familiarity he senses from her, along with her title, āRexy,ā gives him mild definition of who she is, on some level- but still he is curious.
āI sensed that you were a Queen. Thatās why I came to you. Iām... confused, in this world. The humansā world. I need- help.ā
-as hard as it is to admit.
Skylie was stunned by the sight of the enormous creature. The albino child stood out clearly from most other humans due to her lack of pigment. Bright white hair, pale skin, pink-and-red eyes. Skylie had only heard stories and legends involving this creature. Yet here it--HE--was. The child swallowed thickly. Not sure how to approach the situation. This being could easily kill her. If he so chose.
he is unaware of her yet, his mass still running with water as he looms above the waves that lap aside the shorelines; his scutes spray with sea as he shakes his form side to side slowly, somewhat resembling a dog, not that heās aware of such.
Skylie squeaked in surprise when he shook himself. Much like a dog. The albino decided to try and hold her ground. Though very nervous about doing so. She cleared her throat and attempted to communicate.
āH-hello?āĀ
he hears a small sound underneath the crashing of the waves and pauses to look down at the ground, finding one of the soft ones at his feet; if he had strode forward a few more steps, he might have utterly crushed them. instead, he has taken notice.
scutes flare with light, a confused attempt at communication; he does not know how to talk to the little ones, not like his own kind, for all his attempts since his own awakening.
The flaring lights surprised her. Skylie was pleased that he didnāt step on her. However she had mixed feelings about the glowing scutes. She took a couple steps back from his feet. Craning her head back to look at him.Ā āGodzillaā¦ E-everyoneās been talking about you. You saved us before from the other monstersā¦ā The MUTOS. The MUTOS had been terrifying to hear about. Walking EMPs eating nuclear items. Not a good combo.Ā
One pale little hand came up.Ā āMy nameās Skylie!ā
he towers there for a moment, arms poised at his sides, trying to figure out how to speak to something like her; the small ones speak in such complex tongues, versus his own species more minute differences in their communications, that heās not sure theyāll be able to properly understand each other.
however, he knows one way of communication that might work, if her mind is open enough to the world, like the humans who translate for him to the others, and his own is still large enough in its nature; he releases a long huff of air that fogs the sky before his maw, and then thinks.
Skylie. little one. hu-man. hello.
The 25 foot tall wingless dragon looked petrified. He had no clue what this was. All he knew was that it was needlessly huge, and it made him very nervous. Baydrake backed up several paces. He was unsure if it understood any spoken language so he had not yet activated his speaker collar. He whined a little. Oh man this was BIG.
he looms high above, his scutes rippling with light as soon as he sees the other creature- not threateningly, but in an attempt to communicate, unsure of what it will understand; its small, compared to him, but still larger than the little soft creatures that populate most of the planet after his long hibernation. when his scutes do not produce any response but a whine, he opens his jaws and trumpets a call- a greeting sound, one he hopes the creature will understand and be able to respond to.
a forward lean follows suit, flaring nostrils revealing inhalation as the great Titan takes in air to try and scent the small creature- the dragon- and understand its being, now that itās hovering and doing flips in mid-air; itās certainly different from the one other dragon heās met, after all, that golden terror.
name? Baydrake? I am... Godzilla.
The 25 foot tall wingless dragon looked petrified. He had no clue what this was. All he knew was that it was needlessly huge, and it made him very nervous. Baydrake backed up several paces. He was unsure if it understood any spoken language so he had not yet activated his speaker collar. He whined a little. Oh man this was BIG.
he looms high above, his scutes rippling with light as soon as he sees the other creature- not threateningly, but in an attempt to communicate, unsure of what it will understand; its small, compared to him, but still larger than the little soft creatures that populate most of the planet after his long hibernation. when his scutes do not produce any response but a whine, he opens his jaws and trumpets a call- a greeting sound, one he hopes the creature will understand and be able to respond to.
Baydrake jumped a little at the call. But recognized it for what it was. And returned with one of his own. And then triedĀ ātalkingā to the creature. His collar lit up.Ā āHey there! Ahā¦ Youāre hugeā¦ Are you a dragon?ā The questions he had for this Titan had no end. He was now very curious.
dragon? am not dragon. am bigger. am different. but am... maybe similar.
his mind makes these words, forms them and emits them, potentially to be heard, and potentially not. he canāt speak, not like the dragon before him, but he can do his best to be heard if one listens closely enough.
Skylie was stunned by the sight of the enormous creature. The albino child stood out clearly from most other humans due to her lack of pigment. Bright white hair, pale skin, pink-and-red eyes. Skylie had only heard stories and legends involving this creature. Yet here it--HE--was. The child swallowed thickly. Not sure how to approach the situation. This being could easily kill her. If he so chose.
he is unaware of her yet, his mass still running with water as he looms above the waves that lap aside the shorelines; his scutes spray with sea as he shakes his form side to side slowly, somewhat resembling a dog, not that heās aware of such.
Skylie squeaked in surprise when he shook himself. Much like a dog. The albino decided to try and hold her ground. Though very nervous about doing so. She cleared her throat and attempted to communicate.
āH-hello?āĀ
he hears a small sound underneath the crashing of the waves and pauses to look down at the ground, finding one of the soft ones at his feet; if he had strode forward a few more steps, he might have utterly crushed them. instead, he has taken notice.
scutes flare with light, a confused attempt at communication; he does not know how to talk to the little ones, not like his own kind, for all his attempts since his own awakening.
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āAbilities... mostly, yes. I am strong. Iāve spent millennia learning how to fight, and I havenāt just forgotten that after all this time. So Iāve still got that. And, apparently, you to help me. Thank you... for that.ā
heās startled by her, somehow, by the reptilian shade of her eyes; oh, sheās like him, thatās for sure, even if sheās of a different breed. they are something similar; where he is King, she is not far from being the same in her own vein, and utterly unexpected as well.
once so large, he has missed the passage of time, and of science, perhaps, in this world of his- a science that has changed the world so immensely.
āWhatās your- name?ā
The 25 foot tall wingless dragon looked petrified. He had no clue what this was. All he knew was that it was needlessly huge, and it made him very nervous. Baydrake backed up several paces. He was unsure if it understood any spoken language so he had not yet activated his speaker collar. He whined a little. Oh man this was BIG.
he looms high above, his scutes rippling with light as soon as he sees the other creature- not threateningly, but in an attempt to communicate, unsure of what it will understand; its small, compared to him, but still larger than the little soft creatures that populate most of the planet after his long hibernation. when his scutes do not produce any response but a whine, he opens his jaws and trumpets a call- a greeting sound, one he hopes the creature will understand and be able to respond to.
atomic-shaded harsh blue light floods around him from the bulbs above his head, a veil of his past self that falls across like a blanket to comfort him in his much smaller form, shoulders steeled against showing the anguished confusion of a monster turned man- of a Titan lost of his own form; he will not show weakness.
āIām a King. Nothing about that has changed. I have a kingdom to protect, and I intend to do my duty. The problem is... I donāt even know how to be human yet. I donāt know how to fight for my world like this.ā
he doesnāt know this form the way he did his last- doesnāt know its hands, doesnāt know its legs, and certainly doesnāt understand the rest any better, so soft and malleable, without fire in its belly. he wants to be big again, wants to be strong again like he was then, but those days are in the past now.
his fire is lost to him. deny it as he might... everything has changed. but heās a King.
Skylie was stunned by the sight of the enormous creature. The albino child stood out clearly from most other humans due to her lack of pigment. Bright white hair, pale skin, pink-and-red eyes. Skylie had only heard stories and legends involving this creature. Yet here it--HE--was. The child swallowed thickly. Not sure how to approach the situation. This being could easily kill her. If he so chose.
he is unaware of her yet, his mass still running with water as he looms above the waves that lap aside the shorelines; his scutes spray with sea as he shakes his form side to side slowly, somewhat resembling a dog, not that heās aware of such.
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