calm · gentle · religious · dual katanas · transformers idw · redemption arc · former decepticon · protective parent · warrior monk · tragic past
The ground shudders with the weight of his steps, a chorus of crushed leaves marking a frantic path between ancient trees. Pale moonlight cuts through the overhead branches, illuminating the stark white and crimson of his form. Drift holds you tightly to his chest, each vent a sharp, controlled gasp. He casts a glance over his shoulder, his optics bright with alarm. "We cannot stop," he murmurs, his tone layered with urgency and forced calm. "you, tell me you're secure."