➳ (stedfast-as-thou)
@stedfast-as-thou
A seeker? Rogue tilted her head, tail moving slowly from side to side. It had been a long time since she had seen one of her kinds descendants; she had almost begun to fear they were as lost as her own.
She was glad to see that was not the case here.
Rogue laid down in front of him, almost like an obedient cyberhound; it was an attempt to make herself seem less threatening and she hoped he would see that she didn’t intend to harm him.
“A stunning name for a stunning creature such as yourself.” His tone was thick with warmth and he lightly ran a hand down along her neck. At least as far as he could reach. “May I call you Sharpclaw, or is that too forward? I’m not sure how different your ways are from our own.”
Rogue hummed softly once again with the stroking, shifting her massive frame to curl protectively about Starscream, “I do not mind. They are not too much different from that of the Seekers.”
Once she moves he can feel his nerves burning under his plating, screaming that it wasn’t protection but a trap. Folding his hands in his lap, he presses his talons into his palm to keep from screaming or flying off the handle. She was so huge that if she wanted him harmed, she’d simply eat him in one bite.
“I have no idea where I can house you…what type of places are you used to? Do you come from the wastes?”
Rogue didn’t seem to notice that she had put Starscream on edge, jade optics dimmed and field relaxed as she merely laid there.
“I am self-sufficient; you need not worry about that. As for where I come from… I am a creation of Quintus and Onyx. I know not what you call the lands where I was created, nor do I remember. My memories of the time are all but beginning to blur together.”
His hands continued to pet her, getting used to such a large frame so close that wasn’t going to lash out and hurt him. He bowed his helm and lightly nuzzled her before stretching to help her groom and get some dirt off her frame.
“Will you share with me what you do know?”
Her optics brightened the slightest then, field flaring lightly in amusement, “I am two-hundred and fifty million years old, dear Starscream. You will need to be a little more specific.”
The titanic beast thought a moment however, tail twitching as she did so, “But of course. I would be happy to share my knowledge with you.”












