[center][h2][color=aba000]King Ghidorah[/color][/h2][/center]

The alien kaiju that is named Ghidorah was a strange being.

He, who once was known as the Demon of the Galaxy, who had destroyed the civilizations of hundreds throughout the vastness of space, was now watching two young kaiju battle on the coast of Monster Island, patiently waiting for the more reptilian of the two to become isolated. His majestic golden body currently restricted in it's human form, obscured by the trees of the surrounding area. Eyes of brilliant amber observed the scene of battle like a predator would their prey, calculating each movement as they were made in a way only a veteran of strife could.

Why? For multiple reasons, the forefront of which was petty revenge.

To any other, his actions would seem silly; trivial even. His life numbered in the thousands, ancient in comparison to the object of his attention, filled with experiences and conflicts that the "Queen of Monsters" could only dream of. But to the thrice-fold mind of Ghidorah, the time was worth nothing in comparison.

None, though out all of his millennia in the Milky Way galaxy, had ever ridiculed, shamed, and thrashed him as much as [i]she[/i] had. All of his experience, his power, his drive, useless in the face of this adversary. Yes, there had been times in which he had come close to defeating her, to the point where she had needed the assistance of her fellow kaiju to even dent him. But no matter the situation, he would never win.

There have been others who could best him, who could bring him to his knees by sheer willpower, who could rip him into shreds faster than one could blink, but none of them could ever garner his respect, his anger, his humiliation. 

Only Gojira, Godzilla, Queen of Monsters, God of Destruction, his former nemesis, and current "ally".

So he waited, hidden in the brushes as the young Rodan departed, as the child of Gojira waved her goodbyes, and turned to leave for her home. But as she turned, [i]he was there[/i], standing on the sand as if he had just only appeared, instead of having hidden in the foliage and watching two teen kaiju train in tandem. His sheer presence loomed over the area, saturating everything with an aura of power that had been absent until recently.  Onmipotent, omnipresent, all consuming. His eyes left an apparent object of contention, a dandelion within his grip that let it's seeds loose at the lightest breeze as his amber orbs locked with hers. 

A smirk full of hidden intentions, the crinkling of the eyes, an open hand, inviting but empty of warmth. [color=aba000]"Greetings, young princess,"[/color] his voice was like cotton in the wind, soft and firm, capable of strangulation when in quantity. [color=aba000]"May I ask of you to come with me? I am not here for conflict, only for words shared by equals."[/color] The words rung true, a bell in the hollow church of the sea and sands. No deceit lie within his posture, nor inflection in his tone. Everything was real, even if one would believe it to be an illusion. 

Strange, for one who would have annihilated the girl standing before him without a thought months beforehand.

[@Lmpkio]