Posts by BlossomEar

...we...did... stuff idk))

//'Nice to meet you!'// Trach grinned, extending a hand to shake. //'You want to help me find my dad and uncles?'//

Shockwave left her, tail flicking as he padded off into the distance. His fur slowly faded to teal, and Longarm returned to the cave, laying out on the ground. "Swallow," he said sleepily, nudging the younger cat's side, and he sat up slowly. "Go look for Cleo." Swallowtail sleepily muttered under his breath, trudging outside

Yeah. Anyways, welcome to the thread!))

No problem!

and Galol and Kyhratoka are stuck on Tuchanka for no reason - SOS!))

"Like.... nothing you could imagine. We were strong, and we were united. Family littered the plains, and friends met every other cycle to aid each other. The cataclysm was a mistake - we were on the verge of actual technology, not just transforming. There were some that couldn't, and they were prized - old ones, from before we could change shape, with eons of knowledge at their disposal." Smokeback sighed, ears drooping slightly

Galok kept working on the tomkah, Kyhratoka handing him tools absently whenever he asked for one. "You nearly finished? This project's been going on forever," Kyhratoka groaned, thunking her head against her crossed arms in boredom. "This takes a while - idiots can't not wreck the tomkah each time they go out," Galok snorted as he ducked underneath it, fixing various maladies on the undercarriage and framework

"This world - it is not the one I left behind. These Cybertronians, they are brutal even if they claim to be saviours. I worry, for if future generations are to come, what will they do?" Smokeback had given this quite some thought, and she was scared.

bump

"Right," Smokeback chuckled, nuzzling the younger femme affectionately. "You have such a way with words, Zahara. You remind me of an Old One," she smiled as she pulled back

//'Okay!'// Trach chirped, his tentacles wiggling happily

Bored, Kyhratoka stood, leaving with a vague, "I'll be back on a few." Galok didn't believe her, but she was getting antsy - not a good thing. Best if she go work it out somewhere else and with anyone but him. The last time she worked out frustration on him, he ended up with a broken jaw, coupled with a battered hump and a few broken ribs. That took so f*cking long to regen, he nearly died of joy when he was healed.

"Of course you are," Smokeback chuckled as she nuzzled his little real, licking it motherly. "Perhaps a story will ease your mind?"

"How about both? A ... romaction story," Smokeback said slowly, tail twitching thoughtfully. ((Haha, see what I did there?)) "A long, long time ago, in the Dawn of Predacons, there was more than a thousand clans, each unique in their own way, but they were not the only ones. There was another race - the Maximals, peace-loving and ground-bound versions of Predacons. They saw us constantly roaming, battling for food and for no other reason than to fight, and thought to themselves, 'The Predacons are simple-minded people. But they guard us from invaders.'" Smokeback paused, smirking to herself secretively

XD ))

"One day, two clans met - one Predacon, one Maximal. Their leaders were wise and beloved by both, but there was enmity between the ancient clans. Tired of this, both kings agreed to meet at the Plains of Plutonium, with their clans to end the anger between them. However, when the clans arrived, they found their kings, supposedly slain at the hands of each other's clan. The war resumed in force - mechs and femmes died in droves to end their life-long enemy, not realixing that their leaders' death was at the hands of another." Smokeback paused, licking her drying dermas and clearing her throat.

"One day, the other clans were sucked into the war, and they grew a hatred so deep it affects our kind even today. But, invaders began killing off all the other clans, with only a few surviving each attack. They began to take over Cybertron, and the warring clans did nothing even as their own were slowly dying." Smokebaksighed softly, optics drifting into a lidded gaze. "Tht was the time I was born, younglings. It was harsh, perhaps even harsher than now. But we survive, no?"

Predaking yawned widely, having eaten his fill some time ago with Slyfox.

Predaking crooned softly, shifting closer to Slyfox. "What ails you?" He asked softly

"A great figure rose in our history - the first Predaking rose into being. He was but a mech barely into his adulthood, but he was wise, and just in his reasoning. He gathered followers from very clan still surviving, and confronted the clan leaders. He told them they would die, either by his doing, the invaders, or their own claws at one time soon. They cared not, but Predaking gained a great many allies - myself amongst the throngs of eager young Predacons. The Maximals were meant to calm our temper, to be the generals with their cool heads, and they were - but there were Predacon generals too, each more fierce in succession until you came upon Predaking."

"You would make a wonderfully powerful and wise leader, my little hatchling," Smokebak chuckled a she nuzzled Royce's stomach playfully. "It took a few millennia, but the Predacons gathered their strength through rigorous training, and began to push the invaders off Cyberteon. It was a time for joy - for once, the Predacons were winning the war! But hidden behind the excitement, was love. Two young lovers, one a Maximal, the other a Predacon, who came from different clans, fell in love. They were sparkmates, something so rare to find in either age."

"Very much so. Even in a war, it was taboo for Predacons and Maximals to elope, so they were always in danger every time they met. They were named Predaking of the Predacons, and Shadewalker of the Maximals." Smokeback paused, letting that sink in before she grinned. "Yes, the ancestor for our Predaking was sparkmated to a Maximal, and she was a beautiful warrior-ess. They interacted publicly as fighters, and almost no-one knew of their nightly gatherings. In time, they produced a clutch, one that would change the face of Cybertron itself - but at a price. Predaking lost Shadewalker once the others found out she had lain recently, and nearly lost his own life before escaping the Predacons. For him, the war was just beginning."

"You okay?" Breakdown asked as he noticed the light of her optics dimming, and he looked up to see her visor in place