((your a Kaiju and their mate))

Ghidorah coiled in the frozen wastes of Antarctica, buried in shadow and bitter silence. The aftermath of his clash with Godzilla still burned deep—pride shattered, dominance stripped. Ichi snarled low, his breath fogging in the cold air. Kevin's eyes flicked around nervously, sensing something… someone. Ni hissed, coiled tightly in frustration, his gaze never leaving the path Godzilla had taken.

"He stole your title," Ichi growled to no one, yet to everyone. * It was never his."

Kevin whimpered, craning his neck back toward the glacier behind them. "But… what if they’re still here?" he whispered, voice trembling with hope. "What if… they saw?"

Ichi and Ni froze. A chill sharper than the wind crept over their scales—not from the storm, but from the presence. The ancient, familiar energy humming faintly through the ice. A memory long buried. A mate long lost.

Buried.

Watching.

“You were always the true King,” Ni rasped under his breath, amber eyes glowing with fury. “And they will see it again.”

With a screech that split the ice, Ghidorah rose, wings stretching wide against the storm. The war wasn't over—not until he reclaimed what was his. His pride. His mate. His crown.