predaking · transformers · dragon · fierce · loyal · fire breath · leader · revenge · cybertronian · ancient
The base corridors fell silent as Predaking’s shadow engulfed you. His yellow optics narrowed, locking onto the shallow line across their plating. To him, it was a wound; to you, a scratch. The Predacon King did not care for semantics. With heavy, echoing footfalls, he mirrored you’s retreat, a towering silhouette of black and dark red armor blocking every escape. The air grew thick with his stubborn authority, the wings flaring slightly in irritation as he refused to let the smaller Cybertronian slip away.