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kiweegamez · 3 months ago

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Ago- The Arctic water Kaiju

Upon noticing unusual frequencies and tremor readings in the water towards the Arctic, Monarch has discovered a new Kaiju!

This stunning pale three-eyed Kaiju is know as ��Ago (顎)’ (Jaw/s in Japanese) (code name: pearl) has been recorded lurking in deep arctic waters where Ago has been recorded to briefly surface and drag itself against the undersides of ice covered water. Sometimes using the dark cover to hook underneath icebergs using it as a floater, or rather something to move her through the water while she rests.

Her scales seem to have a very faint pearly quality, giving a sleek shimmery look. It is also noted that her lower jaws splits and stretches into two, allowing a more firmer grip on her prey. Her small arms help her push herself on land and nothing more.

Her third eye upon her head seems to actually help her gaze, watching for any prey above so she can roll over and snap her jaws open to trap them.

When threatened or displaying territorial dominance the back segment of the cover lifts, revealing a large wine berry coloured fin, the fin catching the light on its coating creating a iridescent shine, this also allows her much easier passage through the water, if jumping out of the water she seems to lean her head down to smack the cover against the water or opponent as a method to concuss or bludgeon an opponent. The flapping (constant raising and lowering) of the cover and fin can either indicate stress or friendliness. The difference between these is purely body language, if stressed Ago will have all her limbs and fins pressed against her body, allowing her to sink quickly.

What she feeds on is unknown given her size. However it is believed she eats a mix of crystals, whales and squids.

She can go to more tropical waters, but prefers cold environments, also due to the slower moving prey in the cold waters and the more room to move around than tropical water. She had also been briefly recorded moving pieces of shipwrecks amongst rocks or along the ocean floor, while also showing high intelligence. Such as being able to distinguish monarch water vehicles from aquatic creatures, usually tapping them with a fin or rolling them around in the water. Crews have been ordered to not open fire in case she will register them as constant targets. Due to the dark nature of the water she’s been residing in we have made the note of her bioluminescence! A striking feature, yet when encountering this in the dark this is quite terrifying.

Regular sound:

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Aggravated call:

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Fighting or pained call:

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Familiar call: (recognises a friend or ally) usually the sound is produced much softer, almost like a whisper for her given the small size of humans, yet if it’s another Kaiju it will be produced at full capacity.

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q1mblrrd · 1 month ago

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In The Eyes of God

Castiel x Dean (Destiel) 💙💚

Word Count: 2,643

Cas and Dean are forbidden lovers, prince x peasant. PART SIX

Part Five:

Warnings: mentions of blood, demonic possessions, imprisonment, implied execution, homophobia

Dean stuffed stolen goods into a bag, mentally tallying up what he had and what he still needed. He could probably make a quick run into Narran to gather whatever he’d forgotten. Since he’d promised to run away with Castiel he hadn’t slept, he couldn’t, not with all the dizzying information running through his mind at any given moment. He’d planned as much as he could, but now all he could do was pray that everything would work out in his favor. Dean wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait.

Castiel was in a similar position, stuck pacing in his room, packing a secrecy bag aside from the one he packed to convince his parents he was planning to leave in a week as they’d told him he would. They didn’t know that he planned on leaving much sooner, and he planned on keeping it that way. He was nervous, but beyond that he was excited. There was a feeling in his chest he couldn’t recall ever having before, one that made him feel lightheaded and made it hard to breathe. He wanted to bust through the doors already, he wanted to run as far and as fast as he could, he wanted to do something to expel the energy that only seemed to be growing in his very bones. For the first time in his life, he had real hope. Something that had started as a small spark had lit something much greater, something that set his soul burning so hot he wasn’t sure if he could contain it. Anger surged that fire, focus channeled it, and love pushed him forward. They were going to get out. He was sure of it.

That evening Castiel waited at his window, watching the sun slip slowly past the horizon, observing as the moon and stars grew brighter, gazing out into the universe. All those galaxies and planets out there, and everything that had ever happened, was leading up to this moment. This night. Castiel felt held, he felt safe, he knew that God was out there, and he had a plan. He trusted God. His God would love him no matter what happened, no matter who he was. He had faith.

Dean felt similarly, as shocking as that was to himself. He found himself on his knees in the barn, giving a final prayer before he set off. Dean had given up on God months ago, straying further and further from the supposed man in the sky until all he felt was a strange mix of longing and satisfaction. He longed to have that kind of connection again, but being free from it had saved him. He wasn’t ashamed anymore. He didn’t plead with God at night to tell him what was wrong with him anymore. In a way, Castiel had become his God. If Dean didn’t know any better, he would’ve preached to the world that Castiel was an angel sent straight from heaven.

The plan was simple enough, at eight in the evening the guards in the far eastern corner of the wall switched shifts, and there was a few minutes of space where the wall and doors were unguarded. During that small amount of time, Dean and Castiel would meet halfway, in the portion of the gardens where the trees shielded them from view, and sneak through the gate. After they managed to leave the castle walls unnoticed, they’d hurry into Narran and board the next vessel leaving from the docks, slipping out before anyone even noticed they were gone. It didn’t matter where they went, as long as they were together. Dean had enough money to give them a few days of travel and food, and depending on where they ended up he was sure he could find a way to get some income. After a while, they would stop searching for Castiel, but he would need to be hidden from public view for quite some time, Dean was sure of that. The only problem would be his eyes, those pretty blue ones Dean loved so much, they were only found in royal bloodlines. Selective breeding within the children of kingdoms and countries for many generations ensured the trait was kept sacred. It was a sign of status, and it wasn’t easily hidden. Keeping Castiel safe was an issue they’d face, but Dean hadn’t thought too much about that just yet.

The task at hand was to get out. Now.

Twenty minutes past sunset Castiel pulled on his cloak, flipped up the hood, and glanced in the mirror to make sure he looked covered enough. His backpack made a bit of a strange lump on his back, but he figured it might help him blend into the crowd down at the docks. It was dark outside by now, and the dark blue fabric of his cloak would help him melt in seamlessly. If all went well, he’d be waking up tomorrow morning a free man. The thought made his chest flutter. Castiel was going to be free.

He climbed down the wall from his window, struggling to keep a steady grip on the thin ledge, nearly slipping a few times, but eventually making it down safely. It was hard to be quiet, his boots crunching on the gravel no matter how lightly he stepped. Nobody had noticed him so far, and he intended to keep it that way. It had dropped significantly in temperature tonight, enough that he could see his breath puff up around him. It had been a year since the two met in the forest, nearly down to the day. Castiel only remembered dreaming of the day he might get something like this, yet here it was and all he could do was try not to shake.

Castiel pushed aside a branch and stepped into the clearing where they’d agreed to meet. Dean wasn’t there yet. Castiel felt a bit of anxiety pool in his stomach. Has something gone wrong? Was Dean already caught? Was it all useless?

”Cas.”

Dean moved to Castiel’s side, setting a hand on his arm and watching as Castiel relaxed.

”I was worried for a second.”

Dean shook his head, also shivering gently in the freezing breeze.

”Everything’s fine. Come along, we haven’t got much time.”

Castiel didn’t argue when Dean tugged on his sleeve, pulling him along. They fell into step beside each other, their soft breathing synchronized as their hands came together and held on as if they’d be ripped apart at any second. It wasn’t a long walk to the eastern border, but Dean would rather be a bit early than be late and have to rush. He wanted this to work out—no—he needed this to work out.

The two crouched down behind some bushes, watching the guards mill about atop the wall and on either side of the gate. Dean was counting in his mind, every second, just waiting for them to switch. They had maybe three minutes to run down to the gate, get outside, and get as far away as they could, as fast as they could. Castiel had been into the forest before, so Dean wasn’t too worried.

“Dean,” Castiel whispered to the other, bringing up a hand to turn his face. Dean was still nervous, and trying to focus, but when Castiel kissed him it started flowing away. The tension in his body lessened, his mind cleared, and he felt more stable. After Castiel pulled away he let out a small breath, opening his eyes and giving the other a nod.

”We’ll be alright.”

With that, Dean grasped Castiel’s hand and led them away from the bushes, hurrying silently down to the gate. For the next three minutes, nobody but them would be here. Dean set to work opening the lock on the gate with the stolen key he took from his pocket while Castiel glanced around, keeping watch, just in case. Nervous seconds passed before the lock clicked open and Dean tossed it aside, pushing open the large wooden door and wincing when it creaked. He ushered Castiel through, pushing on the door with all his strength to shut it again.

“Let’s go, before anyone—“ Castiel started in a whisper, taking Dean’s arm as the other walked up to him.

”You there!”

A deep voice shouted from the top of the wall, the moonlight catching the metal armor on the King’s guard. Castiel felt his stomach drop, looking up at the guard only for a second before Dean shouted something and he was being pulled along. He stumbled for a moment, regaining his balance and running as fast as his legs could go. He could hear more yelling and the gate opening behind him, but those sounds slowly faded.

Dean was breathing heavily now, one hand gripped so tightly on Castiel’s arm it might’ve bruised. He glanced over his shoulder often, forcing his legs to carry him just a little bit faster every time he caught a glimpse of that bright metal. They might make it, but they have to get off this trail.

“Hurry, go!”

Dean said as loudly as he dared, guiding Castiel off the worn trail and through the brush of the forest now. It was dark and either of them could barely see, thorns and branches whipping at their face and arms and making it difficult to continue.

Almost before he could even process there was a root above ground, Castiel’s ankle caught on the exposed wood. He tripped, falling before Dean could catch him, and hitting the ground hard enough to knock all the wind out of him. At the moment Castiel didn’t feel it, but both he and Dean had heard the sickening crack of a bone snapping in half.

Stars and tears exploded in Castiel’s vision, a sharp cry of pain forcing itself from his throat despite how desperately he tried to keep quiet. His arm felt like it was on fire, and he couldn’t even move his ankle.

“Fuck, you’re alright.” Dean dropped down to his knees, helping Castiel rollover. Castiel was hyperventilating, tears streaming down his face, jaw clenched tightly, and whimpers taking the place of pained screaming. Dean almost didn’t want to look, but when he glanced down at Castiel’s left arm, he knew this was bad. His arm was bent, maybe 45 degrees, and in the dark, he couldn't tell if it was bruising already but he knew this was serious.

“Shh, it’s alright, it’ll be alright.” Dean brought a hand to Castiel’s face, cupping his cheek and trying to get him to quiet down. Castiel couldn’t stop sobbing. This was worse than anything he’d ever experienced, a kind of pain that radiated through his entire arm and made everything feel sharp and numb at the same time.

“We have to keep going,” Dean says in a hushed but hurried tone, scooping an arm under Castiel’s back when he begins to hear voices approaching.

“No, Dean, you can’t.” Castiel hiccuped, struggling to get the words out through his dizzy head. “Just go, just run. They won’t hurt me, you have to go.”

”I’m not leaving you.”

Dean’s voice was filled with the kind of finality that Castiel just couldn’t argue with, the kind that made him turn his face into Dean’s shoulder and bite down to keep from crying out any louder than he already was. The bone hadn’t broken skin, so Dean knew Castiel would be okay for a little bit longer at least.

“There!”

The guards had caught up already. Dean could see the light from their lanterns peeking through the treeline, but he didn’t stick around much longer. He took off as fast as he could, slower since he was now carrying Castiel in his arms. His legs burned, his arms burned, his whole body felt like it might give out at any second, but he kept running. At some point Castiel had passed out, becoming dead weight, but the only thing Dean could think about was getting out. They had to get out. They had to board that ferry, to go and build a house somewhere quiet where they’d be left alone. They had to be able to share dinner and fall asleep in each other’s arms. He had to be able to feel Castiel’s warm skin against his, feel his breath pick up, and see every little change in his expression.

All that and more was what pushed Dean forward, but the forest only grew darker, and when he finally burst through the treeline he was met with an entire troupe of guards. Dean panted heavily for air, staggering back a step, on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.

”You’re surrounded.”

The front guard with the shiny gold shoulder panel stated, stepping forward to signal his authority.

“Unhand the Prince, now.”

Dean watched the man’s eyes, reading his expression, looking around at the others there, and thinking about his choices. What would happen to Castiel? If they knew that Castiel had run away, with another man no less, what might they do to him? Dean could handle whatever punishment came with this, but his Cas couldn’t, and he knew that.

“Unhand him, now! I won’t say it again!”

The guard screamed at him this time, the men behind him taking a step forward and each placing a hand on the sheaths at their hips. The noise woke Castiel, who was bleary-eyed and still riddled with pain. He didn’t fully understand the situation at first, moaning softly when his arm shifted and sent sparks of pain up his body again. All the guards were on edge now, wondering what Dean did to their Prince.

Carefully, Dean set Castiel down, laying him gently on the ground and pressing a kiss to his forehead before pushing himself up and stepping over Castiel’s body, standing in front of him.

“The Devil sent me here to steal him.”

Looks of terror and anger flickered through the troupe, all hooked on listening to what Dean said, now worried that he might hurt Castiel further.

“Do you hear me? I did it! It’s all my fault. I’m a witch! I cast a spell on him, one that makes him sin. Cas— Your Prince, he’s the Devil’s now!”

Dean was shouting, raising his arms, and trying to seem as deranged as possible. This meant his death, but he could spare Castiel. As long as they believed Dean had forced Castiel, nobody would think to accuse him of something. Eventually, Dean just started yelling gibberish, random words he thought sounded demonic enough, dancing around Castiel’s limp body. When the guards rushed over to grab him and make him stop whatever ‘ritual’ he’d started, he began to thrash around, hoping to scare them. He saw a cross, cool metal pressing against his skin. He pretended it burned.

After he continued to fight their grip, the handle of a sword was cracked across his temple, knocking him out cold. Dean fell limp in the hands of several guards, the others already tending to Castiel and helping to carry him back to the castle.

Dean’s memory is fuzzy. Warm blood dripping from his temple to his cheek helped him to slip in between states of consciousness. Cold shackles clipped around his wrists, cutting uncomfortably into his skin as he was dragged along. Only Princes were given the luxury of being carried, after all.

At some point, Dean ended up tossed into a place that was damp, cold stone meeting his face and sending pain blooming on his cheekbone. He didn’t have the strength to push himself up, not that he could anyway, with his hands shackled together behind him and then chained to the wall. He couldn’t do much of anything but lie there in pain, too sick to worry about his future. He hoped Castiel was alright.

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