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Last of the Predacons ch. 5''Nightstalker?'' Predaking asked softly, coming up beside her.
Nightstalker's reaction was purely instinctual and animalistic; she roared and attacked him.
Rearing back in surprise, the dragon like Predacon dodged her snapping jaws. He was stunned that she would attack him unexpectedly like this. Nevertheless, he would not allow her to take him down without a fight. Knowing that she had the advantage while in the water, he quickly retreated from the water.
The creature that was Nightstalker let out a roar as it all but exploded out of the water to chase after the intruder.
In a single bound, Predaking took to the air, staying well out of reach of slashing claws and gnashing teeth. His own bestial instincts were kicking in and with a roar of his own unleashed a stream of fire toward his attacker.
Snarling the Dinosaur fled back into the water before the stream of fire could get reach it, the aquatic Dinosaur quickly vanished once it hit deeper water.
The dragon redirected the flame tow
Dragonformers ch. 11The hatchling smiled and purred back, glad to have made a friend. Some parents didn't quite their hatchling's playing with Eradicons due to their extremely low rank. The dark scaled hatchling was happy that Stormshadow and Galvatron didn't mind at all.
Static narrowed his eyes at the pair but said nothing; instead he turned his attention toward his hatchlings they happened to be chasing one another around their mother. He could feel his mate lightly probe his mind, she wasn't reading his thoughts she didn't have to, and of course, she already knew what he was thinking.
Her gentle and soothing voice entered his mind. ''Despite their low rank, they are still are of this clan, my love.''
Static smiled a little and opened her mind to her, letting her presence fill his mind as he watched his son's play with one another.
Shockwave giggled as he chased his brother, he loved playing tag, even if it was just the two of them.
Soundwave giggled as well before tripping over his own feet and ended
Last of the Predacons Ch. 3''The decision is yours to make,'' Predaking told her. ''I will not force you to go if you do not wish to.''
Nightstalker snorted. ''You won't force me, but your "Master" is certainly thinking about it. Let him try, I'll tear him apart!''
''I cannot allow that.'' He told her sternly.
''Huh, that alone proves that you're their loyal pet. I want no part of it.'' Nightstalker growled.
''I am no one's pet!''
''Right. I'll believe that when you stop rolling onto your back so they can pet your belly.''
Predaking had to resist the urge to bite her.
''I am no one's pet.'' He growled through clenched teeth.
''Tell it to the tail, Fido.'' She replied turning away.
A thunderous explosion went off from within the cave, followed by a bellow of smoke.
Everyone jumped at the sudden nose, Predaking, purely by instinct took to the air. A couple of the miners came out of the cave, trying to clear out their intakes of dust. Nightstalker however, panicked at the sound and bolted for the woods as fl
Dragonformers ch. 10Three Months Later…
Three months had past since Stormshadow and Galvatron rescued little Starscream. The two hatchlings got along most days but there were days where the five and six month old simply hated each other. This was one of those times…
Megatron snarled and growled at the silver hatchling, biting down on his brother's tail. Wings and legs tangled as the pair rolled around the floor while their mother watched from the nest, ready to interfere if the rough housing became too violet.
Starscream managed to hold his own against Megatron and swatted him in the face, hissing when his brother bit his tail.
The gray hatchling snorted and hissed between his teeth but kept a tight hold on the tail, his feet scrabbled for purchase on the rough stone to keep upright.
Growling, Starscream rolled onto his back and lashed out with one of his rear paws.
Megatron squealed as his muzzle was raked by his brother's blunt rear claws, it hurt but it didn't draw blood. He reared
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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