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Rows of dorsal fins stuck up beneath the waves, shaped like maple leaves and glowing with a luminous blue light. They cut a swath through the waters kicking up a steep wake behind them. Dolphins chased along, playfully riding in the creature's wake and breaching the waters as they jumped over the titan's fins like some child's game. The creature cared little for the porpoises and their games, her destination lay before her and she had been swimming for the better part of the day. There was little that could stop her now. The sandy beaches of Amber Island loomed in the distance, growing ever closer with every stroke of her massive tail.
Within the hour, the titan of the depths had arrived at her destination. As the waters grew more shallow, the creature ceased to swim and instead moved onto its hind legs. Cassiopeia Gojira rose from the depths like a goddess of the seas. Arms folded crossed beneath her massive bust, long mane of black hair falling down across her back as they walked the final earthshaking steps to the shores. The sand buckled beneath her heavy footsteps, leaving great craters for the crams and clams to scurry into for shelter. When she finally reached the sandy shores, the titanic woman took a good look across the surrounding landscape, surveying it while she still had the advantage of height on her side.
With the flick of her wrist, and a faint glow from her spines, the Kaijin dispelled her Giant Magic and began to return to her normal, albeit still towering size. Standing just over seven feet tall, several inches more in her black heels, the self proclaimed Queen of the Monsters still nonetheless towered over most 'normal' humans. A native of Kaijū-jima, the eponymous "Monster Island", she had journeyed by sea since the early hours of the morning to be here. Cassiopeia had heard tales of the guild that called this island home, a militant order that demanded power above all else. Admirable goals, ones she too craved within her burning heart. The woman aspired to grander heights than her relatively small island could provide her. The kind of ambition that a quiet life, a comfortable life among her own clan would never offer her.
No, what Cassiopeia craved was fame, wealth, and above all else, power. She yearned for a grandiose life worthy of the history books, proving herself as a magic wielder with few peers, and honing her skills until none could hope to best her in battle. Lofty goals indeed, but even the greatest dragon began life as the smallest egg. Her story had to begin somewhere, she only needed write it one page at a time. And that had brought her to Amber Island, home of Dies Irae, the guild she aspired to call her new home. What she had heard of the militant brotherhood that claimed the paradise isle as their home, she liked. Now all that remained was to see if the truth matched the stories.
What Cassiopeia had seen as she shrunk down to normal size confirmed her location. Port Amber lay to the south, its buildings and spires jutting up above the tropical canopies. There lay the Guild Hall, and the people she sought. The woman looked down at her outfit, her dress was soaked with salt water and her hair was a damp clumping mess. She scoffed, clenching her fists as she felt the super-heated energy of her magics flow through her. Cassiopeia was enveloped in a shimmering blue light, her dorsal ridges radiating in their glow as heat flooded through her. In a moment the spell dissipated, the moisture evaporating from her body in a plume of steam. The sand beneath her feet smelted into glass beneath her heels. She just smiled, running a hand through her silky hair and tossing back her locks.
"Alright then." The Kaijin woman muttered to herself as she leisurely began to walk along the beach. Her heavy tail sashaying behind her with every step. "Let's go see if Dies Irae is all that the sailors and the merchants say it is cracked up to be..." With that that said, the last of her journey had begun. The towering mage made her way the remaining distance to the lively port, Port Amber's docks teaming with ships both for fishing and trade. Cassiopeia held a natural dislike of large human settlements, and even the bustling port was beginning to make the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. She was used to it, cities were an unavoidable part of Earth Land. Further east lay massive cities, so large it was said you couldn't cross them in a day. She n early spat at the thought of such a suffocating place.
Everywhere she went, Cassiopeia could feel the burning sets of eyes cast their gaze on her back. She knew well what thoughts crept through their minds. "Monster, Mutant, Abomination." Her race towered over humans, possessing ferocious strength and a fiendish capacity for destruction. They were right to fear her, Kaijin were notorious raiders and pirates, sinking vessels without a second thought and leaving whole ports a smoldering ruin. Though in recent years their aggression had been stemmed, as they turned more towards infighting and petty struggles for power and glory. Cassiopeia was used to the stares, the worried glances, the women keeping their children at arm's length. Be it her size, or her dorsal fins, or the massive tail that swung behind her like a battering ram, she stuck out easily in a group.
Cassiopeia was undeterred, she had come to Amber Island with one singular purpose, and that purpose now lay before her. Ahead, at the end of block lay the looming Guild Hall of Dies Irae in all its splendor. Bedecked in banners of crimson and gold, the mighty structure sat like a palace at the heart of the port. It seemed more the seat of kings than the halls of a brotherhood of mages, but so be it. As she stepped into the building, even she felt small beneath the grand archway. Beyond lay the throne room, and there would reside the people she needed seek. As Cassiopeia entered the throne room proper she stopped, standing at its center with her fiery gaze locked forward.
The Kaijin's tail slammed down on the ground hard, hard enough to send a thunderous noise through the halls but not so hard as to damage the granite beneath it. First impressions after all, transcended cultures and creeds. She did not wish to be seen as a brute, smashing things simply for the sake of smashing them. Cassiopeia placed one slender hand on a wide childbearing hip, the other grabbed at the petticoats of her dress as she dipped her head to curtsy before her audience. "I am Cassiopeia Gojira, of the Monster Island itself, Kaijū-jima. I have traveled far to seek an audience with the Guildmaster of Dies Irae. I've heard stories from sailors from across the four winds of a proud guild that claims dominion of this isle. A militant order that prides itself on strength, determination, and achieving one's goals by any means necessary. A brotherhood that believes in the delicate harmony of mankind and nature, who seek to destroy those who profane on the natural order."
She paused, clearing her throat as determination flashed in her eyes. "I seek to join your guild, if you are indeed all that I've heard you claim to be. I will make a more than worthy addition, and will stake my honor on whatever trials or challenges lay before me to earn my place among your ranks." With her part said, Cassiopeia lowered her gaze, her tail falling softly to rest on the ground as she dropped to a knee. Awaiting the judgement of those she wished to serve in arms. The self proclaimed Queen of the Monsters had arrived.
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