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 Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 2:17 pm
Though he hadn't thought it before, it was quite obvious now that Zephyr wasn't all there. Starscream stared at the green dragon, a bit unnerved but this unexpected revelation. Did he really want to bring another unstable dragon into the pack, especially after the recent introduction of Zzzyxwe? There was serious doubt in his mind but as Soundwave glanced to him it was obvious the Communicator saw potential in this strange dragon.
Starscream gave no response, spoken or silent, to his fellow Decepticon's look. He would let Soundwave continue with this meeting while carefully watching Zephyr's reactions. Depending on those, the Commander would make his decision on whether or not the Decepticons could use this dragon or not.
The way Soundwave approached dealing with the green northerner was drastically different from how Starscream would have dealt with it. That was probably why he was letting him handle things. The Commander's own style probably wouldn't have been the best way to go about things and he was grateful he didn't have to address Zephyr.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 7:43 pm
"Perhaps," Zephyr said, considering. He turned to the trees, trying to decipher what they were saying. Sssshhh sssssshh creak ssshhhh. Not a threat. Not to be killed. He froze and growled softly as the other dragon approached, however. The hole was his, damn it!
Hole, why was he digging a hole? He looked down at his feet, confused and embarrassed, before looking back up at the strange female. There was something odd about her, something not quite right... but not dangerous, not right now. And she'd offered to help, hadn't she? "The trees won't tell me where I am," he said sadly, "they won't tell me where I am and they won't tell me, they won't tell... they didn't tell me you were coming. They don't know your name, or my name..." He rocked back on his heels, already forgetting the way she had invaded his space. She she, but the voice was clearly male. No mustache? Maybe he had it wrong, maybe Zephyr was female and the blue one was male. Yes. No, wrong. Zephyr was male. He growled softly and shook his head. Why wouldn't the trees tell him anything?
He leaned forward slightly, but left his feet planted in the earth, clearly no threat. "I'll tell you a secret," he said, "a big secret. I'm the wind that comes from where the sun sets. I'm Zephyr. But... but I'm pretty sure I actually come from that a way. I... I don't remember." He looked at Soundwave plaintively, much like a lost child. A highly unstable one with the size and strength of a full-grown adult, that is.
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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 8:00 am
"Perhaps we can be of assistance in the first question," Soundwave said soothingly. "You are in a forest in the mountains almost as far north as short-furred dragons cannot go." He vaguely remembered someone at some point proposing a map of the mountains, or place names, but Megatron hadn't been that interested. All they tried to remember now was how far away home was." Mentally he skipped the next question. He couldn't think of any reason trees wouldn't tell anyone where anything was--well, besides the fact that trees don't talk. Their swaying might be nice to listen to, but the sounds were pretty, not pertinent.
The next question? Easily answered. "I am Soundwave. This--" he gestured to the commander with his tail--"is Starscream, our leader. We are not a threat to you." I hope. Decepticons were a threat to everyone, even each other sometimes. Megatron had been heavy-pawed with all of his troops at some point. He could only hope that things might change a little, and perhaps the days of constant violence might soon be over.
Which would be very fortunate, as Zephyr, unknowingly, appealed to Soundwave's rarely-seen soft side as his expression changed from confused adult to frightened child. Instinctively, Soundwave took a few gentle, careful steps towards him and wrapped his tail around him wordlessly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 4:22 pm
Starscream gave the slightest of nods as Soundwave introduced him. The more this dragon spoke the more he began to pity him. What could have caused one to fall into such a state of insanity? Zeezee's mental state was a bit more understandable, it seemed more natural. But this dragon-Zephyr, was it?- his madness spoke more of trauma. Something had pushed him over the edge and cut all ties with sanity he once had. Slowly, the commander sat down and watched the interaction before him.
If they could convince this dragon that they were no threat and keep him convinced of that, he could very well be a useful member of the pack. Starscream's only concern was if his insanity would become a threat to them instead. His mind was hardly on the two with him as he thought this situation through and thus remained essentially ignorant of Soundwave's suddenly changed softened demeanor.
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moineau bavarde Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 11:26 pm
The womanmale knew where they were! A forest, mountains... Zephyr smiled ever so slightly, glad to know that someone knew where they were.
Sound-wave. Star-scream. Zephyr nodded, ignoring the not-a-threat bit. Sound. Star. Wave. Scream. Sky and ocean. Pain. Noise. Ocean-sky, noise-pain. Ocean ocean ocean. He had heard of the ocean, it was blue, and very, very big.
He stiffened for a moment when Soundwave wrapped his tail around him, but soon relaxed. "The ocean is very wise," he said, not realizing the other dragon wouldn't understand the compliment or what it meant. But the trees weren't talking and he was hot and tired and dirty and sweaty and in a hole full of bones and blood and here was the ocean, come to save him. He'd follow him-her anywhere.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:33 pm
Geyser:
Only years of keeping his emotions tightly controlled kept Soundwave from being startled by Zephyr's actions. He was suddenly curious about the words he said--what was the ocean? What did it have to do with him? It would be all too easy to pass this off as the ramblings of a mad dragon, but that didn't seem quite right to him. He made no response but to give the green dragon one of his rare smiles. "Are you hungry, Zephyr?" he asked, to avoid asking awkward questions. He gave Starscream a questioning glance.
Yes, he was falling back into the routine. Follow orders. He had no life of his own to lead anymore, and thus the Communicator had given his life to the pack. His leader told him what to do. No matter that these eyes were slightly different, or that the face they gazed out of was darker--this was his commander. Starscream was the new face of the Decepticons, and no matter who led them, it was Soundwave's duty to support them. *I am a tree to lean on, even if the pack despises my ways.*
Cel:
Starscream was off in his own world at this point. While Zephyr and Soundwave had their short little conversation of madness his mind had wandered from recruiting the green dragon to if there were any other Decepticons left wandering the woods to....other thoughts. Thoughts that pulled down the corners of his mouth and dimmed the usually cocky look in his eyes. The moment he realized Soundwave was looking to him though, he quickly regained his typical look. Now, why was Soundwave looking at him? He really had no clue, but guessing from his expression and the way he was handling this crazed dragon, it was undoubtedly something to do with helping him. A nod granted Soundwave whatever permission he wanted while Starscream dealt with the suddenly strange feeling of having others finally look to him for orders.
Kit:
Hungry. Hungry meant food, yes? He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten, but he could remember blood, bones... red red red! He trembled slightly, but the ocean was here now, the waves would wash everything away, away away and it would be gone. He dug his claws into the ground and thought, scraping scraping away at the surface, uncovering the white and black beneath the scabs. Food, food. "Yes," he said at last, looking at the manwoman once more. Because the ocean knew, the ocean knew it all, and it was okay. It was all okay, the ocean was there and the ocean said they were in the forest, in the trees, in the green and the good.
Geyser:
Soundwave nodded and stood up, careful to keep his tail against Zephyr's side. To comfort him, of course--he seemed to be calmed by Soundwave's presence. The idea of someone being calmed by him pleased him, in a secret part of his spark. "Come with us," he said in a soothing voice--or as soothing as his guttural speech could get. "We'll find you some food. It's just this way, through the trees." Zephyr was getting Soundwave to thinking--could this dragon serve the pack? He is insane, but then, insanity is a long tradition in our pack. Decepticons are all crazy to some extent. He's strong, and he seems...biddable. Yes, he could be a valuable addition to the pack. And he was certain they had some deer left over from last night's dinner. Pity the two hunters were still asleep. He hoped Zephyr was good at hunting--at the rate they were going, they would exhaust Screamer and...whatever her name was in short order. The Decepticons normally relied on a large group of hunters to keep the pack going.
Cel:
Starscream still wasn't convinced completely that bringing Zephyr into the small pack was the smartest decision. He may only be one dragon, but if he were able to damage even one of them they would be even more scrapped for hunters than they already were. But there was always the possibility that he himself would become a hunter and Screamer and the femme would have a chance to rest. Especially since they managed to beat the slag out of each other earlier like idiots. The Commander gave a sigh and followed behind the pair, all the while watching Zephyr's every motion for any hint that he might be more of a hazard than an asset to the 'Cons.
Kit:
Zephyr was far from stable, far from stable, but there was indeed something about the ocean manwoman that soothed him, that guided him. Blood, bones, death... he left them behind in the pit, easily brought back, easily stirred, but he had a point now, something to navigate by. Because the world keeps spinning until it stops, and the sudden change in speed had sent Zephyr tumbling over into the cons. Food and trees, food and trees... us, us. Zephr might have growled, once, at the thought of a pack, but he was hungry and you can't say no to the ocean. So he followed where the ocean lead, meek and biddable as any child.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:36 pm
Geyser:
Soundwave gently led Zephyr back the way they'd came, ears flicking to catch all the sounds of the forest. It was starting to wake up. The ice was starting to melt off trees. The birds were starting to call. Soon they would be migrating north. Towards home. He pushed the thought out of mind. The here and now. Keep two insane dragons under control--possibly three, though Screamer had the same self-control that Soundwave prided himself on--and worry about home later. He was just glad that spazz Blitzwing hadn't found his way back to the pack yet--that would be far more insanity than any of them could manage.
Soundwave nosed his way into the den. There were the two hunters, curled up in the den still. They had gotten into quite the fight the day before--there was a slight tang of blood in the air from their wounds. That was something else--they needed medics. They needed one or two badly. And a brander--neither newcomer could be a true Decepticon until a brander had placed the magic tattoo on their bodies. Are we a pack, or are we a memory? He didn't know anymore.
Cel:
((Ahahahaha....You jinxed yourself, Soundwave. |D Fourfold.))
Starscream continued to follow behind Soundwave and Zephyr until they reached their temporary den. There, he stopped at the mouth of the cave and turned to watch the world go by outside. Which really meant he could fall back into his previous thoughts without much worry about the others noticing the unintentional expression changes. He couldn't help but wonder if things would have been this stressful had he been blessed with commanding the pack before the scattering. There were only four of them now, possibly five with this new guy, and only three of them were even pure. They were missing essential roles within the pack, branders, medics, a base commander, hell, they didn't even have a second-in-command. Would the "pack" survive the loss of another Commander if that were to happen?
Starscream quickly shook his head. Like he would ever fall at the hands of anyone or anything, ha! He was Starscream, and if anyone could get the Decepticons back up on their feet he would be the one to do it and no one else. With concerns momentarily pushed aside and chanced a look at his pathetic pack. They were going to have to make a bigger effort to gain more members.
In the absence of the others, Screamer had become quite comfortable with Zzzyxwe's(CAN'TSPELLKBAI) keeping him warm. But the moment they returned and the scent of an unknown dragon reached his nose he was alert once more. Hie eyes opened to scrutinizing slits as he looked Zephyr over. He took an instant dislike of the new male. Something about him smelled very off and the way he moved, it wasn't natural. The little mountainer knew better than to jump the gun and remained nearly motionless, feigning sleep as his eyes continued to watch Zephyr.
Kit:
Green. Green green green. A very pretty color... Zephyr paused at the entrance to the den, but followed the ocean in. Let the waves take him... but he had eyes only for the green, green like a tree. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. So he stood there, watching. He liked green. Green green green. Purple not so much. But he said nothing, did nothing. Let purple lay there, tainting the green. It couldn't lay there forever. Green green ocean algae.
Geyser:
The pillow left. How dare it?! It was moving!! What gave it permission to move?! Zeezee pulled herself from the cliff and opened her eyes. There was a tree in the cave, or so it seemed for a brief instant. A stranger! A stranger who smelled of earth and roots--nonthreatening scents. Scents that weren't bone and fake death, and that was what was important. Zzzyxwe got to her feet and stretched. The tree-dragon was staring at her, as was Blank-Eye. The water that flowed as her thought slammed into another channel at the sight of his staring and she lashed her tail. "What do you see, Root-Scratcher?" She practically purred it. He was gazing at her with interest, and strange things happened to her when that happened. It was as if her mind was blank...almost.
Soundwave ignored the waking dragons and went straight for the prey at the back of the cave. A good chunk of leg was still left, and he ripped it off the spine. Stepping over the stirring femme, he passed Zephyr the meal, then sat off a little ways. Zeezee's behavior disturbed him a little in a part of his mind that quickly set dampers over another part. I have a bad feeling about this. Crazy is alright in small doses, but two crazy dragons having children? Look what happened last time!
Cel:
Instantly Screamer's ears went flat against his skull. He was going to get cold but moving would agitate his wounds. In other words, he was too lazy to get up and he certainly didn't want to appear as if he needed the shaggy female for any reason, though he did just a bit. And now he was frustrated and angry and getting cold, so screw not jumping the gun. He blatantly looked at Zephyr now, the displeasure in his eyes amplified by a low growl. In the very least he was going to show this male that he was his superior and he should stay away from his w-no, wait, that wasn't right. That wasn't right at all....Keep out of his way. Yes, that's what he meant.
The sounds from inside the cave weren't making Starscream happy. Maybe bringing Zephyr to the pack wasn't such a good idea, there seemed to be tension already. If this was going to work out he would have assert his authority as Commander and at least try to ease the tension. He reluctantly turned into the cave and approached Screamer and Zzzyxwe without a sound. Only a very intense gaze and ears back to say he wouldn't be having any of this. Save it for our enemies...
Kit:
Root-Scratcher. He had thought himself a tree, but this new name suited him. Root-Scratcher, Root-Scratcher... not Bone-Killer, not Blood-Spiller. He liked this one. "I see the sun burning through leaves," he said. "Shining, shining, shining bright."
Purple would growl, would he? Weak, small, runt. Not worth his time, not worth a look. A non-dragon, a non-being. He ignored the non-thing, the weakling, and continued to stare at Tree-Leaves-Burning. He liked. He wanted.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:18 am
Geyser:
((xDDDD Oh, this is gonna go to her head...I see the plot unfolding right now...
OoCZeezee: Nowai, I'm bone-killer! Well...skull-splitter, anyway. [Nasty, SANE grin]))
Sun? Where? Outside the sky was silver like bone, and the sun didn't peak on the bones. It was a skull. Smooth outside. And where was the burning? The fire? The blue one said that there was fire inside. Burning her pelt? She glanced back at herself, and caught a glimpse of blood--not only the dried, but the curl on her hip. Am I the fire? No. No, I am the avalanche, the avalanche of blood. But the way he looked at her, Zzzyxwe saw desire. So cute. So sweet. She had never been desired before, and it looked attractive to her. And if he tried to use her, like...he...did? Trees fall off cliffs all the time, in a strong enough storm. I am strong enough. "Root-digger likes trees?" she asked, conversationally.
Suddenly, Soundwave had a deeper worry than Zzzyxwe's flirtaciousness: the jealousy that was now flaring in Screamer. He had a bad feeling about this--a truly bad feeling about this. The pack was too small to allow deviations like this. To allow for rifts. Decepticons were notoriously factional as it was. This was intolerable. "Screamer...Zeezee...are you functioning well enough to hunt?" he asked quickly.
Cel:
To say that Screamer was unhappy at being denied the only outlet for his frustration would be an understatement. He felt a sudden hatred for their new Commander and with this other dragon completely ignoring him like he was another rock in the cave wall was only making this worse. Thoughts of when Megatron was Commander were slipping into his mind and, had Starscream known what he was thinking he most certainly would have thrown Screamer out of their den. But apparently he wouldn't need to do that. It seemed Soundwave had beaten him to it. The thought of moving was not one the mountain dragon much liked at all, but it was better than sitting here with that filthy outsider ignoring his existence while staring at Zzzywe like some kind of shiny. With a grunt that was more like another growl than anything else, he got to his feet then skulked out of the den, cringing as his paws stepped into the freezing snow.
Starscream watched the interaction with a disgruntled stare, grateful that Soundwave had managed to diffuse the situation a little. The Communicator may have been endlessly faithful to Megatron during his rule, but it seemed his loyalty was with the Decepticons more so than their leader. As much as Starscream wished that loyalty was placed on him, it was more reliable the way it was, for the time being. He would be glad for the day when he could let others deal with petty conflicts like this and concentrate on the important things.
Kit:
Zephyr grunted as Tree-Leaves-Burning and the non-thing left the den. Hunting... food. Suddenly he remembered he was hungry and bent down to eat the hunk of leg Soundwave had given him. There would be time, later, to get to know Tree-Leaves-Burning. To hunt too... he wanted to prove his worth. He was filthy, which had never mattered, but it mattered now. He would be clean. He would hunt. But for now... now he was tired, now the dark was closing in. He slunk towards the back of the cave and curled up. "I hunt later," he said simply, but it was unclear what kind of hunting he meant.
Geyser:
Zzzyxwe reluctantly glared at Blank-Eyes. But, as it always did, his blank gaze set her off. It was emptiness. Like the sockets of a skull. With a grumble, she tore herself away from Root-Digger and slunk out of the den to follow Purpley. It was like falling into a routine to follow the smaller dragon into the brush. A saner dragon would have wondered at this and tried to analyze, but Zeezee had thrown reason off a cliff long ago. Reason had no more place anywhere, and there was something soothing about following Purpley into the brush to hunt.
Soundwave nodded to Zephyr. It seemed that it would be his duty to be the voice to the pack. Appropriate, given his position as sole communicator. "You seem tired. Feel free to rest, Zephyr," he murmured. He then turned and padded over to the Commander, taking his place at Starscream's side. A familiar feeling was settling. A more comfortable feeling. A pack was forming at last.
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