Jun. 21st, 2011

Her bulk is massive, but she doggedly plows her way through the water up the littoral. She is driven with a single-minded purpose. It is biology that drives her – but, oddly, not nature. It is the absence of nature that prevails here.

She has lived a long time – long for her kind, but short as measured in the span of a human's lifetime. She senses, on some dim and sub-conscious level, that her life is not meant to last forever. She must do what must be done, and she must do it quickly, before she perishes.

Her head breaks the water's surface. She is close to her objective. Her legs churn through the soft muck of the ocean floor. The piercing sound of sirens hurts her ears; she has been spotted. She does not care. She cannot stop now.

She rises, water streaming off her bulk. Fiery eyes narrow as they fix upon the spires of her objective. It is the city called Tokyo. Her name is Gojira, and this is the place where she must go to spawn.

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