#kebha

[perish-the-creator]

Finally drawing all the siblings together in one comic!

Goji decided to take the kids to a waterpark on a little family outing. Though he'll soon realize he probably needs to have Mothra or Kong around to deal with their kids like this.

Left to Right:

Minilla, Jr, Erzi, Kebha, and Kicsume (held by Goji).

[kebha]

Mistybrook Mission Report

The following report is written in demonic with scratchy, child-like handwriting and multiple spelling errors but for the most part is legible. The ink used ensures that those of the illidari can read it and it is delivered directly to the desk of the Dread Commander herself, along with copies to Overseers Felsunder and Rainwood, via some mysterious magical means.

Title/Mission Title: Curse of Withering - Mistybrook

Date: 26/04/2018

Author: Enforcer Kebha Bloodsorrow Involved Enemy Parties: Cult of the Bleeding Eye Involved Friendly Parties: The Sunguard; Cabal of the Dying Suns; Magister Swiftbreeze; Mistybrook Villagers Content body of the report: Kebha followed The Sunguard to village. Village smelt of bad magic and Kebha did not like but she stay and help. Hawkstriders like dust, like bad meat but still breathe. Strange lady helped us, not trust strange lady but she lead us to cave. Beating in head like Kebha’s pulse louder in cave. Strange man in cave, not trust him too. Kebha hid in the void, Sunguard shouting about blood eyes. Powerful book behind man so Kebha try to take for Cabal but book burn. Book hurt, eyes hurt, eyes bleed. Xio’lhr hunger and scream in head. Kebha doesn’t know what happen but Kebha wake with red on hands and dogs biting in hole in ground. Bad smell was worse, bad magic close. Bad spirit. Orc take hold of bad spirit and bad smell go away. Kebha try again to take book but Orc get. Village safe, happy. No more bad.

Special details/concerns: Kebha tried.

@felthier @azriah @curiouslich

[thenaaru]

DAY SIX: Write about a time everything changed for your character in the blink of an eye.

Hush, Child.

“But..why?”

Hush, Child. You do not understand.

“I miss them.”

Hush, Child. You are not alone in your suffering.

“When can I go home?”

Hush, Child. You will always have me. I can give you power beyond imagination.

“I have to make sure mother is okay.”

Hush, Child. Your mother will never wake. You do not need to see what is left of her. Trust in me. I am your family now.

“The fire was so bright. Green.”

Hush, Child. I will give you flame from the deepest shadows, of nothingness and everything.

“They’re not coming back...are they?”

Hush, Child. I will keep you safe. All I ask is a little piece of you.

“You were always my friend.”

Hush, Child. Close your eyes now. Let me quiet the grief in your heart. Together we will have vengeance.

“Blood for blood.”

Hush, Child. Open your eyes. I am you, and you are me. Feel my shadow in your veins. We will flood their minds with their fears and drown them in their own blood.

“There’s so much.”

Hush, Child. Let go their throats. Cleanse the crimson from your hands, your feet. It is time to go home.

“But it would make such pretty paint.”

Hush, Child. This is only the beginning.

[perish-the-creator]

Here he is! The prince of the monters Kebha! The son of the famed Godzilla and respected Kong. 

How did he come about? Blah blah radiation blah blah mating grounds in hollow earth bleh bleh whatever. It took me forever to finally post him due to personal issues but he’s here now. I’ll try to show him off more in the coming future.

[perish-the-creator]

so,I am currently feeding mackenzie 😈🥶🥵💯 and I thought this:

do godzilla and kong just strap to a bunch of baby bottles together to feed kebha since he's a kaiju and he's so big?lol

Jokingly, yes this is true. 

But in canon, it’s much more complicated. Due to his circumstances, Kebha isn’t able to get milk. His birth parent can’t lactate and his father won’t produce anything. 

His first few weeks or so of life consisted of a semi-regurgitated diet. Due to his weak stomach, most of his food would be hard to digest and he’d get sick. So, Goji would often have to chew up food and have it coated with his own salvia to break it down and make it easy for Kebha to eat.

Later on, Kebha could obviously eat whatever he wants. 

[perish-the-creator]

so, I woke up and instantly thought this for no reason:if kebha has 2 dads were his first words just dada and godzilla and kong were proud?there was no contest to see what his first words would be?or did they have a contest to see if his first words would be dada or papa(daddy in japanese)

Funny you mention this cause I was coming up with ideas for a possible comic involving his first words. He originally just says Dada out of aggravation cause they were taking a nap and he wanted to play. It took them a few minutes to realize what he just said and Godzilla instantly is filled with emotions while Kong is just proud of his son for finally speaking.

[thenaaru]

Ascendant

You stare at the dough in your hands kneading it back and forth, back and forth and around and around. This is your life, it’s quiet and uneventful but you are loved and you know this as your father places a gentle kiss to your temple and passes with a tray full of freshly baked muffins. Your mother is up front, serving customers with a warm smile on her face as she hands over the beautifully decorated goods that your family bakes here every day. You watch as your father kisses your mother, her belly round and fat with life as it blooms within her. Soon you will meet your new brother or sister and you will teach them the delicacies of your craft when they are old enough. You will let them have the spoon when you are done mixing the batter and laugh as they get a dollop on their nose.

You sit at night reading books on magic - you long for a more exciting life but this is your lot and you know you should be content. And yet as you weave the first delicate threads of mana around your fingers in the dark corners of your room, in hidden places where people cannot see, you long for so much more. You don’t know how to control it yet - you want to be good but something about it is evil and it calls to you. A voice lost in the whispers of the wind that speaks your name and beckons you to use more; drink deep, little girl, drink deep and together we can have the adventures you dream so dearly of.

You hide in your wardrobe, the smell of decay is thick on the air as the army marches through your home. Below you in the bakery your family has owned for generations you hear their screams; your mother as she burns in fel flame and your father as he dies trying to save her. When they reach you, you do not know where the seething, dark tendrils come from but they choke and they choke and they choke until there’s nothing left and anything that was has been devoured by the void.

When they find you, you’re alone and dirty and hungry and thirsty. They promise you food, shelter. When they hear your story they promise you a way to become stronger - you don’t have to be helpless again. You are vulnerable and the darkness that’s taken hold in your heart has only been allowed to fester since you lost your parents. You want revenge, you want someone to suffer for what they’ve done to your family. So you follow them.

Soon you find yourself in another world. It’s strange and alien and you don’t know where you are anymore. You pledge yourself to a man you’ve never met before and you train every day. The glaives are much too heavy for you but you give your blood and sweat until you can lift them with all the grace and skill of your peers. Tomorrow you will take part in a ritual and it will change you forever - should you survive. Tonight you will spend alone with your books reading about magic and weaving tendrils of void in your fingers and whispering to the voice that’s been inside your head since you were a child. It is a friend to you now, it is nameless and empty but it is yours and without it you are sure you would be lost.

Today you met your friend for the first time. Their name is Xio’lhr and they will keep you safe and give you more power than you could imagine. They will make you strong. When your eyes are burnt from their sockets you don’t even make a noise. When your skin cracks and melts away only to be replaced by shadow you stare in wonder. The sharp crack of bone as the crest rises from your skull and horns sprout forth from your head doesn’t scare you, rather you screech in delight. You are an illidari now but Xio’lhr is not your own. He will lend you his power if only you lend him yours.

The tattoos sting at first as Vynthius scratches them into your skin. There Xio’lhr feeds off their magic, comfortable in your body even though the runes designed to bind him will stop him from ever truly being free. It’s a willing compromise, you will not bind him too tightly because he is your friend and you need him.

When the illidari fall you spend your imprisonment in the void, passing the years honing in on your dark craft. You learn to wield it well, no longer afraid of what it might bring you. Xio’lhr keeps his promise to you and he teaches you well and in return you pledge that you will do as he asks; you will bring him to your world.

Now you are free. You have taken up with the Cabal of the Dying Suns and you are not sure why you are here. You are not strong, physically, but each day you know that the power that resides within you is just waiting to be let go. Xio’lhr pulls you into the void, you exist between planes now. You are neither real nor ethereal but you know this is your life. You know you will never be alone again, you have never been alone, not really. He has been with you your whole life - whispering, talking, guiding you down the path you are on now. He has shown you how to control your magic but each day you allow him more time in your world you lose a little bit of yourself. Sometimes you cannot tell if it is you or he that speaks but it doesn’t matter when you are one in the same.

The day comes when you are called to fight. You know not who The Sunguard are but Asteryn commands that you assist them, and so you do. You slink into the void, unseen and unheard and make your way through the shadows. When you are close enough you call him to you, his power manifesting in your hands and lacing your glaives with deadly grace. From the void you step like a nightmare, all bones and teeth and claws. You reach into their mind and drink deep of their fear, watching through their eyes as you force them to slay their own kin. When it is over you are exhausted and Xio’lhr takes from your life essence what he is owed; his power does not come for free and you know this. Blood magic fills your veins and you are dragged to your feet - keep fighting, illidari, the weak shall not be tolerated.

And you so trudge on, the void cloaking your body like a thick oil, shimmering and shifting under the dim lights of the corridor. This is what you were made for, Kebha. This is what you have become. Your parents would be disappointed.

[1181 words]

@theislesunfamily @felthier for mentions!

[thenaaru]

♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath?

I’m gonna answer for all my girls!

Avie really likes to take her time in the bath. She’ll set out lightly scented candles and fill her bath with oils and bubbles and have a good long soak. Sometimes it’s to ease her aching muscles when she’s been training all day and sometimes it’s just because she enjoys getting to relax in the tub. Occasionally she’ll invite a lover in with her for a back rub but mostly she likes the alone time.

Taeonthrial prefers a bath but a shower will do. Years of working on The Galestorm have taught her to make do with what she has so on the rare occasion she gets a night to herself on land she’ll have a soak. She’s a sucker for outdoor bathing in lakes and springs when she’s able, reconnecting with nature and practicing her less tuned Druidic abilities. Like Avie, she enjoys company in her baths so will often invite Tulav along if he’s around. @blencem

Kebha hates baths and will avoid them at all costs, much preferring a shower over them. Before becoming a demon hunter her family couldn’t afford to fill a bath for each one of them, so it was often shared bath water or a swift bucket of cold water over their head. She doesn’t see the point in wasting away time sitting in a bath tub.

Thank you Veli darling! @ocarina-of-what