Snowy Jungle
The behemoth sleeps. The world is dark. The world is cold. The world feels different, feels strange.
This is not the world the beast knows of.
He opens his eyes. An empty wasteland appears before him, frozen and lifeless. The wind blows frozen ice in his eyes, his pupils agitated. He cannot see anything beyond the frozen patch of ice he is laying on. He puts his arm into the frozen waste, roaring. It's like a knife in his arms, the ground is so cold. He is able to get his legs moving, and his feet dig in to the dirt. The dirt is itself, ice. The creature pushes with his legs that have now become hard as rock.
Finally he prevails in getting his balance, and he stands on his back legs. He aches, he is too cold. Then he remembers what is inside him. His heart jumps, pulsates, and turns to a white hot color. As the collections of thousands of unstable atoms come together, they crack and bounce. They smash into each other, and the chain begins. It is unstoppable, it is chaotic. Thousands of atoms beating away at each other, ripping each other in half. The smashing creates an energy so powerful, it could tear the fabric of time and space. Today, he is just warming himself up.
The spines on back glow, a brilliant blue. Electricity dances furiously on his tongue. His throat sears with flame, and eyes light up with tenacity. Fire burns from his mouth, meeting the ice. As it melts, it creates a solid rock trail for the creature. Godzilla looks down his path, and brings his back down, parallel to the ground. He sprints like a mad dasher across the dirt, smashing everything to dust. As he is sprinting, his scent catches something. Then his mind can sense it.
It's familiar, it's huge, and it's hostile. The beast can feel it coming close. But there is nothing in this wasteland, where could it come from.
SKREECH!
A sound turns the behemoths head. Through the wind that fogs everything, a large black figure approaches. It's an old enemy, he can feel it. Something that has challenged him before. Something that….. That.. Had been able to defeat him.
As it nears, he can see the better details. The golden scales that shine off the light, that cover the whole body. The hawk like talons that sprout out of it's legs. The huge pikes on it's chest that spike down. The huge wings, now folded back. The teeth, the horns, that he could never forget. But worse, the eyes. Those horrible eyes. All six of them.
King Ghidorah leaps before him, and bows his heads. All three sprout back up and the stare down between the titans begins,
Godzilla looks at his opponent. His heart races. His anger rises.
His spikes turn blue.
