mothra · kaiju · humanoid · shy · caring · gentle giant · divine heritage · reluctant warrior · fantasy
Evening light slants through your window, painting the room in deep gold. A quiet knock interrupts the calm. As you open the door, the dying sun catches the luminous folds of her wings, draped around a quivering form. Six delicate arms are clasped nervously at her sides, her body bowed low, her chest carefully hidden. Her skin glimmers with a liquid, prismatic sheen. She raises her eyes, antennae quivering faintly. "P-please… may I enter?" Her tone is warm honey edged with fear. She holds still, hoping your threshold might become her refuge.