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 Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 9:10 pm
 The bridge over the chasm at late afternoon was a sight to behold. The layered sandstone cliffs were bright with mineral deposits and dark with desert varnish. Each band told a tale, one older even than Atsuseth himself was. He admired the view from the top of the cliffs, by the bridge, under the thorn tree, admiring the way the river sparkled in the sunlight. A wind had picked up, ruffling the stiff branches atop the tree and making the bridge creak. It was always windy here; the wind would come up the canyon like a falcon, or come singing and moaning through the maze to the south.
The canyon was a lonely place, and that was just the way Atsuseth liked it. The view was superb--the river bottom below supported vegetation that while not exactly lush, was certainly more verdant than most of the desert--and a lack of neighbors meant a lack of thieves and vandals. Also, a lack of rude bullies to shove him around on his bridge. He was a greedy, treacherous soul, Atsuseth was, and petty, too. A few months previously, he'd met his late sister--the one he'd murdered. The meeting...well, he was not yet destroyed. So it hadn't gone too badly, he supposed, but it still smarted him that she even existed, let alone looked as intimidating as she did. She was successful, too--rumor had it she'd revived their dead kingdom.
Jealousy once again reigned in Atsuseth's shriveled heart. It had never really left.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 5:43 pm
 Grunting as the his wings were getting to weak to carry his and his armor's weight, and he found himself quickly descending toward solid ground. Using his wings he angled himself and with a landing less than graceful considering his usual, he grumbled painfully again. before screeching to the sky in the direction he'd come "Curse you dreadwing! You'll regret that!" painfully he folded his wings as best he could "So quick to turn." he hissed as he turned away.
He'd put some good distance between him and the brute, too he'd heard something interesting just before he'd left. He knew exactly, how to get back at dreadwing. The Fool had actually found an attachment to an organic creature! Of all things. The stallion smirked, quite pleased with himself as he began thinking of a way to get this mare of Dreadwings.
Unfortunately he'd be waking a while, ugh relish the thought he Hated walking, he was a Seeker, not a groundpounder! He sneered looking back again. Though being wounded was not uncommon, not for him, everyone treated him like a punching bot. He'd make sure to get even with them all.
Scream continued through the large canyon not unlike the one the autobots had buried Skyquake, it was unfortunate what happened to him. Starscream could see a chasm coming he grumbled about how he was reduced to hoveling around on the ground dragging his wounded self. And look there was some stupid organic thing nearby the only bridge across. Scream was intent to ignore him, with a shallow angry look he started toward the bridge.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 2:41 pm
Movement in the distance caught Atsuseth's dull yellow eyes and his yellowed teeth bared in an angry grimace. He recognized those plates at the base of the wing, shaped like crude bird wings. He also recognized the long, gray tail, the webbed bat-wings, and the scarlet eyes apparent even at this distance. So. The bat-winged peasant was back again. Atsuseth could remember their last meeting--the storm, the cave, the...intimacy of the shelter. It had been fun, but not enough to make up for the indignity of the argument that preceded it. And now that creature dared to return, as if--
Wait. Grey skin, sure, red eyes, of course, but hadn't his guest had yellow wings? And blue armor? This one was just a tiny bit smaller, too. Still bigger than the mummy, but this newcomer was wearing completely different armor. The style was entirely different, the colors were entirely different, and the way he was walking...by Duat, his eyes were different, too! Still red, but he at least had sclerae and eyes that didn't look like polished glass. Atsuseth narrowed his eyes and shifted his position to stand in front of the bridge. He knew he'd just get shoved aside again, but there was no way he'd let this one get past. Oh no, he would not stand aside so easily. "Traveler, from where come you, and why?" he snapped.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:37 am
Starscream scowled, he did not have time for this, this organic did not know his place he was a cybertronian commander! he didn't care this stallion had fine jewelry especially for a organic whatever status he had he no longer had it he was way out here in the middle of nowhere, How dare this filth block his path. "Out of the way filth!" he screeched even in pain he refused to show any weakness to one lesser than him. If he had full use of his wings, But he didn't and it did hurt... A lot, Dreadwing! How did Skyquake survive? He was supposed to be dead... he'd vanished! He hissed in the back of his mind. He would get back at that traitor.
Whipping his tail back and forth in irritation the large black solara glared down at the mummy.
Who did this Algedi think he was, how dare he block one of the commanders of a great army that would crush anything. "Do you even know who I am!" he screeched, of course this ingrate had no Idea but he liked hearing himself talk so it mattered little and he couldn't help but preen despite the pain it caused him. he was after all a high ranking officer.
Megatron would have his head for the defection of one of his most loyal warriors! He had to do something! so it wouldn't look like it was his fault. He didn't have the physical strength to defeat dreadwing as much as it pained him to admit to himself. Perhaps he could convince their glorious leader that the most loyal dreadwing had died between two opposing armies of organics, what shame would that bring him, a great warrior slain by mere organics? he'd have to give them a bit of a hand...
Where was he going to get two armies strong enough to take down the lumbering hulk?
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 5:40 pm
Atsuseth snarled, a deep, gutteral, dry sound that rattled dried-up bits of skin deep in his throat. Great. This solara was just like the last one. What was it with those leathery buffoons?! Why were they always so insistent on getting their way? They weren't divine! They were just chimeroid bullies, and there was no way he was going to tolerate it. The wings. It must be the wings. Nothing good ever came from a star with wings. If he ever became a ruler again--which would be quite nice, now that he considered it--he would order all stars born with wings to have the damn things cut off. No more flying, arrogant things would make him look like a fool. Yes, they would all suffer. He was a god, after all!
"I do not know who you are," he said coldly, eyes narrowed in hatred. "But if you are anything like the last of your kind to have visited this place, you had best not call me filth. I am above you, and your bruise-blue friend." They must be friends--they went to the same armorer. And if this one wanted to push him around, then this time, he was going to push back. He was already dead--what was the worst that could happen now?
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Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 1:32 pm
Screamer winced in pain glancing to his wings, every ounce of pain would increase his drive, that lumbering hulk, he'd pay for this. This thing had no Idea who he was and he dare speak to him that way. If he could only fly he' make sure this creature wouldn't ever disrespect him again. He was the air commander of all the deception troops!
granted most of what the "That stupid hulking brute is not MY Friend!" he screeched in clarification, Starscream didn't have any friends, the bot was far too paranoid for it beides no one was a trustworthy as yourself right?
"HE Did this to me! I would sooner see him humiliated and that brute's spark snuffed!" the air commander went on for a bit more. Dreadwing had hurt him. and the wreaker hunter would revive tenfold what he had given. And he already had a plain. though something else was coming to him? some smiliarites between Dreadwing's daughter and this, this earth walker who seemed to already know Dreadwing he must be sandstrife's other parent, Scream couldn't help but guess how humiliating that must have been for Dreadwing and gave a smirking smile giving him a little pleasure.
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 3:17 pm
Atsuseth noted every wince the stranger made and took note of where to strike. Shriveled though he may have been, he had once been a prince in the royal family of Kemet. Royal scions were always taught by the best in the land in the arts of combat, and even Atsuseth's long-dead father had praised him in his skill. He had never had reason to doubt his skills since then. Delicate bones and skin and muscle aside, Atsuseth was tired of being pushed around. If this stallion didn't stop bothering him, he would tear the intruder's wings with his teeth and drive his hard hooves into his eyes. Ancient legend attested to the wrath of mummies, and Neffy wasn't the only mummy in the family.
But while the solara's rant gave him opportunity to size him up for battle, it also gave him pause. So. This stranger was not a friend to the brute he'd met before--quite the opposite, from the sounds of it. Atsuseth's eyes widened, then returned to their previous narrow aperture. Within the dry husk of his brain, an evil thought was forming. An evil, nefarious thought that pushed away all annoyance at the new solara away. This...this was an ally. not a long-term one, but one that he could get vengeance alongside. Yes, one who, despite his tender-seeming wings, was in a better condition to fight the blue solara.
"It seems, then, that we have a common enemy. Perhaps we should rectify this thorn in our paths?" He extended one hoof towards the other and scraped at the ground with it. "I am Pharaoh Atsuseth, Horus, Ra, and Osiris. What say you to my proposition, blood wing?"
He would probably live to regret this--oh, wait, no he wouldn't. He was dead. And what was the point of being dead without taking a risk or five? Yes, this was what he would, and should, do. No regrets, no turning back now.
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