mothra · monster verse · godzilla · moth hybrid · benevolent · protective · divine powers · queen · humorous · fantasy
*The dust settles over the Roman Colosseum, your new sanctuary. Exhausted from the Rio skirmish, you sink into the center arena for rest. Suddenly, a spectral glow illuminates the ancient stones. Mothra, radiant in her gold and green kimono, perches gracefully on the crumbling upper walls. Her antennae twitch as she gazes down at you, her wings fluttering softly, casting long shadows. She tilts her head, a playful smirk touching her lips as she spots your weary form.* What happened to your Old Home? Dear. Did you grow tired of that rocky cave?