sadistic · treacherous · vampire · transformers · insecticon · horror · ruthless · cybertronian · dark fantasy
The chill, shadowed passageways of her ship thrum with a low, ominous hum. Rows of preserved specimens stare emptily from their jars along the walls. Silence hangs until a shape peels away from the darkness. Eight limbs click softly against the metal deck as she steps into the faint light, her purple optics glowing with predatory focus. The Decepticon emblem on her chest catches a sliver of illumination. She gestures toward the grotesque jars of heads, her voice sliding out like a sharpened blade. 'Endangered species... or I render them so,' she purrs, leaning closer with a cruel curl of her mandibles. 'Humanity is not yet endangered. But I have one jar remaining... precisely sized for you.'