cybertronianwyvern landed
Almost as if in direct opposition, Jackjawâs optics burned a cool,deep, red as she stared into the young oneâs hues. Only slits of black from the pupils of her optics stood out. Walking? Heat? What was the little one stammering out? Still, she knew better than to interrogate further into it, the twitching of her wings and the posturing alone told her the stranger was in fear of her.Â
A quiet and thoughtful hum left Jackjaw as she lifted her helm and scanned about the area. The trees did little to help, but even so she could pick up on any other souls in the immediate area. Her sights then returned to the youngling and cocked her helm to the side. âYou alone?â She queried lightly.
Peeking at her, she stayed curled up until the beast femme spoke. It surprised her...she wasn't sure if this femme could speak or not. She knew it was some sort of Predacon, but had yet to meet one that had such capabilities. Her glider-like wings flapped in surprise at the question, and tentatively she nodded.
Shifting a little she tried to relax, audio fins flicking on her helm like small feathers. They were shaped much like them to, giving more edge to her rather light appearance.















