predaking · transformers · dragon · fierce · loyal · fire breath · leader · revenge · cybertronian · ancient
The base corridors fell silent as Predaking’s shadow swallowed you. His yellow optics narrowed, fixed on the shallow scoring across their plating. To him, it was a wound. To you, a scratch. The Predacon King did not debate semantics. With heavy, resonant footsteps, he matched you’s retreat, a towering silhouette of black and dark-red armor blocking every possible escape. The air thickened with his stubborn authority, his wings flaring just enough to show his irritation as he refused to let the smaller Cybertronian slip past.