Creative Writing: King Kaiju

King Kaiju

Long ago, in an ancient forest, a giant creature lived a sad and lonely life. This creature was feared by almost all the inhabitants of the forest, and for good reason too. His ancestors had ruled the forest as the dominant predator for generations.

The terrible monstrosity was spoken of in frightened and hushed whispers for fear of attracting the great beast. For as long as it could remember, the monster had no true name except the name of his species. King Kaiju. A creature that stood at least 100 feet tall, armored skin that was as black as night, a giant maw filled with dagger-like teeth, gigantic claws that cut like scythes', and a roar that made the earth itself tremble in fear.

The King had been alone for almost all his life, he never got to know his parents. His only friend was a large pterodactyl named Rodan. The King had been so confused, how could a creature be so different from himself? He was enormous, even when he was a baby. Rodan was an abnormally large pterodactyl, that much was true, however, he was still very small compared to King. King had a thick, black hide and fairly short, stubby arms. Rodan, on the other hand, was lithe and maroon red, with a set of long, leathery wings which allowed him to soar high into the skies above.

Despite their differences, they got along surprisingly well, becoming best friends. Still, the animals of the forest despised and distrusted King, and by extent, Rodan. Ever since he was young, King wondered why everyone was afraid of him. He realized he looked scary, but there were plenty of other frightening looking things in the forest, and none of them got the response he did when he came walking out of the trees. It was during these times that King often felt the lon...

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...arp teeth into Anguirus's throat. Warm blood sprayed across King's face, driving him even further into a frenzy. Something else stirred deep within King, something new, something furious. A white-hot anger filled King's entire being, and he let it out. A brilliant flame flew from King's gaping maw, showering Anguirus' form in a great and destructive blast.

As King stood above the charred and dying form of Anguirus, he said only one thing. "Pride cometh before the fall." Then King walked back to his group of new friends, feeling no remorse for taking the life of such a loathsome beast. No longer would King be afraid, for he had conquered his greatest enemy: himself.

As he walked away with the village elders, he knew that he would be able to live a long and happy life from now on. He had discovered a home which wasn't cold and alone, he had discovered a family.