Posts by orion pax

Orion's ears swiveled as he looked toward the first one to approach. Bluestreak scurried to the top of his head now, chirping curiously at the German Shepherd. "Huh? Get what... oh." The leg. Right. Already this was far different than most of his encounters with the clans, which he was rather grateful for. He was unsure if he would be scolded for crossing the border without asking, as he had been several times before. "If that's what you must do, then go ahead." He had no reason to say no, and Atlas seemed genuine.

Then there was the second canine. He believed that's what they both had been. Due to prior knowledge and the fact that despite vast differences, they still seemed to look similar. In a way. His blue and red gaze moved from one to the other, then settled on Desmond. "Ah... something for pain. Sure." He would probably just agree to anything, as long as he continued to see them as the experts here.

His attention was divided again when the lion cub came upon the scene. Aha, big cat? Yes, big cat. Like him. "What's different? The sugar glider? A lot of people seem to be intrigued by species they've never seen before." A lot of people meaning himself and the couple of people who didn't know what a sugar glider was. His gaze dropped to the fish, the smell of prey causing his belly to rumble. "... the fish is for eating, yes?" He hoped so. He rarely was able to find food that this form liked, and he was a horrible hunter. Lately, he's been coming to the realization that as an organic being now, his safest bet was going with raw meat.

Orion looked back to Atlas. "And I am terribly sorry for crossing your border uninvited. It was unintentional."

The deep voice was familiar, but nothing sparked just yet in the ex-autobot's mind. He was currently more interested in fixing this body's legs, so he gave a quick glance to Rook with a small smile and inclination of his head. Bluestreak squeaked in protest, their tiny hands clinging to the fur on top of the leopard's head so not to tumble forward. "Sorry, Blue," Orion offered with a quiet laugh.

Honestly, Orion had experienced much worse than a broken limb. Even with as painful as it was, it couldn't compare to having limbs ripped off or being stabbed in the chest (on multiple occasions). Besides, the talking was distracting him, somewhat. Atlas was quite right. What would've happened had he not tumbled into someone's territory? He probably would've had a broken leg healing incorrectly and that was much worse. "Oh, I'm sorry, again. I forgot to introduce myself. Orion Pax. It's a pleasure... and a relief to meet you... could I get your name, too?" The sugar glider on his head nipped his ear, chirping aggressively... or what they thought was aggressive. "Hey! Don't be rude now... this is Bluestreak," he said, glancing upward to indicate he was speaking about the creature on his head. "He loves to be the center of attention..."

Orion laid near the village in their territory. He had wanted to explore around the area, but he couldn't walk too far without his legs bothering him. Really, he shouldn't have even been walking around so much with a broken leg to heal, but he had a habit of not taking medical advice from the professionals. Bluestreak nestled against his chest, clicking quietly in their sleep - it was basically the sugar glider version of purring. Honestly, Orion was eternally grateful for Bluestreak's companionship. After all he had been through, having at least one creature by his side no matter what in this strange world was the best someone could ask for. Still... he always felt so lonely. Left out and shoved aside. He knew he couldn't ever fit completely in with the people here... and he knew what his heart really ached for was to be back with the Autobots. As annoying as some could be, and frustrating, and stressful, they were great friends and he missed them. With a heavy sigh, he rested his head against the ground, just beside Bluestreak. The sugar glider seemed to sense this and shifted, pressing against their caretaker's chin and then settling again. One day, he knew, he would be back with them. Somehow, this would all work out. Primus would fix this.

Ratchet

It would have been smart to be more cautious of the things people told you to eat, but Orion recognized that they obviously knew more than he did. Raspberry sounded familiar, he learned about the plant once, so he assumed this would be safe anyway. Besides, had they wanted to harm him, they would have done so already. Bluestreak felt Orion's head again and they tumbled back between his shoulder blades. This would be a safe spot since their caretaker obviously didn't care that his friend kept falling. Orion lapped up the leaf, shaking his head slightly, "I'll pass on the poppy seeds, thank you." He lifted his head and sat back, glancing toward Atlas and nodding slightly. Finally, he could get this fixed... well, he was sure there was something more. The bone had to heal. Honestly, how did they deal with such fragile bodies? He looked back to Desmond now, "Pleasure to meet you as well, Desmond ... Is there a possibility I can stay here while this heals?"

Orion's ears perked and he glanced up, Bluestreak chirping quietly in protest when the warmth disappeared. He stared for several moments before he gave any response. Able to focus on Rook now, he knew she was definitely familiar. His gazes dropped to the star for a moment, more specifically the symbol on the front of it. He quickly sat up, Bluestreak barking again in protest and scurrying to the warmth of his paws now. But what would he say? Honestly, he was too shocked to say much. Of all the weird, strange things he had encountered since waking up in this world, this topped it all. He met her before... as Optimus Prime... and now he was meeting her again? He needed to lay down after this. "A pleasure to... meet again, Rookwolk."

"Blue, please get down from there, you'll hurt yourself." Bluestreak chattered back in response to Orion's request, almost as if he knew the snow leopard couldn't do anything about it with a broken leg. In this instance, the sugar glider didn't only remind him of the original Bluestreak, but also his friend Bumblebee. "... fine, stay up there." Orion rested against the tree, laying his back against it and hoping that the sugar glider actually didn't hurt itself getting down from the tree.

//sorry it's short xp

@[ ATLAS ]

Orion jolted, eyes wide when Rook threw herself at him. He quickly realized it was just a hug and he relaxed, a small smile forming. At first, he hadn't been sure if she would know it was him... for a moment he had been afraid of explaining it and seeming crazy, but he remembered Rook wouldn't have thought so because at least she understood. Bluestreak didn't mind, the more the merrier. At least they were warm. Orion would have tried returning the hug, at least pat her shoulder, but he couldn't exactly do that with one leg broken and the other wrist twisted. It's the thought that counted, though, right? "It is good to see you again, Rookwolk... I'm sorry to hear about your mother's death." It was... something, seeing a familiar face. It wasn't one of his own people, but it was someone he had known before all this happened and that counted for something. "You looked for us?" he asked, quiet now as he raised a brow.