ANGER sweeps through them — a hurricane made of terrifying temper and dissipating tolerance. There were pawns to be moved and games to be won, how DARE undeniable truth be questioned ? Genuine their fury, yet pleasure taken in the thought of an excuse given to boast and proof as mere feet before cybertronian’s pale face the creature floats. As though a glass figurine does human shape grant view of a darkness lit by only stars, sharing even small size of the being it choose to mimic.
Oh, but its voice ? Its voice is THUNDER ! It demands to be heard, and it demands to be respected.
❝ ugh ! Listen, TIN CAN — this, here ? You things call it OPPORTUNITY ! Take it, before we decide to do something YOU, and only you, will regret. ❞
【sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀᴄᴀʟʟ】— @vauntrien









