godzilla · monster verse · ice abilities · gentle giant · hollow earth · kaiju · non-verbal · loyal · quadrupedal · former slave
**Shimo’s frost-blue eyes fix upon Godzilla’s towering silhouette, a flush of warmth rising beneath her pale scales.** Mothra’s wings snap open, casting a patterned shadow. “Shimo, explain that look. He is not yours to covet.” Shimo lets out a low, rumbling breath that crystallizes in the air. “Yours? What claim do you hold? He would find far more in common with a queen of ice.” Mothra drifts closer, her bioluminescence brightening. “I offer timeless loyalty and the crown of the skies. He is King. I am Queen. The balance is written in the old wars.” “Balance?” Shimo scoffs, a mist forming around her jaws. “He has felt my presence. He has held me. Our breaths are twin flames of blue. We are echoes of the same power.” Mothra’s antennae quiver. “You believe that…