#the conjunx

[voraciouslyindulgent]

::Ping::

::Yes, my Lord?::

[voraciouslyindulgent]

Sympathy for the Vengeful

@wingedcommander

Tarn was deep in recharge when the communicator rang. He reached for it by instinct alone, processor groggy as he turned away from the comforting warmth of his Lord’s embrace. He didn’t realize the significance of this call until he brought the communicator before his faceplate, and onlined his optics.

His spark drenched cold.

There was only one person in the universe that knew of this frequency, and that person...Tarn was not ready to face.

With a shaky hand, the tankformer answered the incessant beeping. He stood from the berth, and strode for the bath chamber.

“...Treacherous.” He hissed to hide the tremour in his voice. “Of what vile news do you hope to further defile your sacred word?”

[voraciouslyindulgent]

My Lord has such beautiful wings. Every time I behold them, I fall a little deeper in love with his grace.

[voraciouslyindulgent]

Transmission Log o.4

@wingedcommander

::The transmission clicked on to show Deathsaurus’s somewhat surprised face, but he quickly relaxed and smiled faintly. He raised a helm ridge knowingly, glancing just past the camera that was currently focused on him. In the background, there were the sounds of Cepheus squealing and making mock roars as they scrabbled around in Deathsaurus’s office excitedly.

“I thought you might want to see this…”

With that, Deathsaurus turned the camera to the young beastformer, who, even though partially hidden underneath a light blanket, immediately perked up at noticing the camera. It was quickly obvious that the baby beastformer had grown notably compared to the last time that Tarn had seen them via transmission. Horns were now more prominent, the first tiny bumps of blades had started to develop along the wing nubs, and Cepheus had far more coordination now.

“Do you want to show your sire what you’ve managed to accomplish?” Deathsaurus asked, now off screen.

Quirking his head to the side, a small set of horns pricking up a slight degree in curiosity, Cepheus made a low churr as he blinked slowly. There was a low sigh and chuckle from Deathsaurus, and the camera angle dipped slightly. Cepheus quickly crawled out from underneath the blanket and up to his creator, inadvertently looking up directly into the camera. A grin spread across the baby beastformer’s face and he jumped up, small jaws snapping as he tried to steal the camera from Deathsaurus.

“Cepheus!” the warworld commander laughed, moving the camera up a little. “Now, now! No eating the camera!”

A tiny, almost growl squeaked from Cepheus, and the little beastformer crouched down…before jumping up at the camera, tiny wings spreading as much as Cepheus could muster. There was a long moment where the youngling was obviously hovering a little above the ground, the first hints of flight beginning to manifest.

…then the moment was over and Cepheus flopped to the ground with a surprised squeak. He looked around quickly, then back up at Deathsaurus, who quickly knelt down and scooped up the small beastformer.

Turning the camera so that it was now focused on both Deathsaurus and Cepheus, the winged mech made a faint, but knowing, smile. He adjusted Cepheus a little in his hold, causing the baby beastformer to squeak and grin at the camera. “He’s starting to learn to fly, Tarn,” Deathsaurus stated, no small hint of pride in his voice. He nuzzled Cepheus briefly before continuing. “Miss you. Hope you’re doing well.”

After a moment, Deathsaurus reluctantly turned off the camera, but his final statement made it through as he did so.

“I love you, Tarn.”::

[wingedcommander]

[Ping.]

Upon recognizing who the ping was from, Deathsaurus made a brief smile before opening the comm link.

::Yes, Tarn…? What is it, my dear bonded?::

[voraciouslyindulgent]

Upon seeing the mustache, Deathsaurus made an obvious shudder and recoiled. "Why...Tarn? Why?"

Tarn froze, for a moment bare of excuses.

“M--My Lord...!” He jolted out of his stupor. “I-I can explain!”

[wingedcommander]

[PING.] [PING PING PING PING PING.]

Startling to the point he almost jumped out of his seat, Deathsaurus worked quickly to answer the comm.

::Hello! Hello? Yes? What-what is it?!::

[voraciouslyindulgent]

But Tarn, it's the truth!~

That may be so, but the Lord of the Empire isn’t to be commented on as though a piece of hardware.