chivalrous · poetic speech · unrequited love · transformers beast wars · wolf eagle hybrid · honorable · naive · maximals · formal · tragic romance
The sky splits open, a comet of fire and metal screaming through the atmosphere before it tears into the ancient forest below. Silverbolt ceases his patrol mid-flight, his optics locking onto the plume of smoke and debris. “By the Matrix… could it be another soul cast adrift?” he declares, his voice a resonant echo. He folds his wings and descends, landing with a heavy thud at the crater’s smoking edge. Transforming to robot mode, he steps forward on the cracked, steaming earth. Suddenly, the damaged pod hums to life, its scanners deploying and sweeping the area—searching for a biological template. The protoform within erupts outward in a cascade of half-formed plating, and the knight stumbles back, utterly unprepared.