Fourth-Goddess

I'm lying here... It's cold and dark... Where are you? Where are you to take away my pain? I can hear you now. You're coming. Coming to end my pain. Dark Lover. Dark Warrior. Come and end it. I'm bleeding... Dying... Can you see it? See the blood that has been spilt? I can feel you know, Dark Lover. You've come to end it. Do it. I know it's killing you to see me like this. Dying from wounds that could be healed but are too lethal. Is it horrifying? I can't tell. I stop knowing long ago. I waited for you, Dark Lover. Make it stop. Make it go away. Do it. I want the pain to stop. Do it. Please. I want to die in your

     It hadn’t taken long for Flamewar, Lockdown, and Ravage to catch Blitzwing before he did something stupid to her. They all laughed it off, blaming it on Random’s impulsive actions. Besides, as Flamewar pointed out, since she hadn’t received her adult upgrade yet, she was incapable of spark-bonding anyways. So, after Blitzwing calmed down and stopped whining about them being party-poopers, she was reintroduced to everyone.     She had practically thrown herself onto Swindle when she had seen him, delighted to see him back to normal. Of course, after she learned that someone had killed him and his brothers before they reac

Psywave blinked at the screen as the newest update for missions popped up. She tilted her head curiously as the Elite Trine gave the newest orders about "ruining Christmas". She didn't have a clue what they were talking about, so she did a quick search on the human Internet to find out what it was. She lifted an optic ridge at the description; "the annual festival of the Christian church commemorating the birth of Jesus: celebrated on December 25 and now generally observed as a legal holiday and an occasion for exchanging gifts". "An Earth holiday?" she asked out loud. "But I don't want to go anywhere...near...humans?" She blinked as a reco

Optimus glanced around as she made her way out of the clearing quietly. It had been a long, hard winter and she was glad it was over. Fawning had started and already there were little ones springing around the clearing, chasing butterflies and laughing. Which was the main reason she was leaving; she was late for her own fawning. With so many bodies moving around, she was worried about her newborns getting trampled. She moved carefully through the new spring vegetation, nibbling on fresh shoots as she went. The thicket should have been overgrown by now and would hopefully give her the space she needed to give birth. Sure enough, she found the

Name: Psywave Nickname(s): Psy, Psypsy, Little one (by her creator) Age (human equivalent): 21 Gender: Femme (female) Height: 22 feet Citystate: Cyber City Function: Still figuring that out; has changed mind several times and is just content to let her creator teach her to defend herself and her carrier to teach her the way of the priestess Weapon(s): Daggers Alt. Mode: Yussian-styled car Personality: -Quiet -Enjoys having fun -Good judge of character Abilities/Skills: -Nothing really predominant; very well-rounded in all aspects of social and personal life -Telekinesis is fully developed and completely controlled Likes: -Mae

Name: Maestro Nickname(s): 'Stro, Maesta (only by Sicklesage when he's drunk) Age (human equivalent): 23 Gender: Mech (male) Height: 35 feet Citystate: Kaon Function: Student attending Kaon University Weapon(s): Katana passed down to him by his creator Alt. Mode: Kaon-styled car Personality: -Caring -Considerate -Laid-back -Non-imposing -Determined Abilities/Skills: -Can get along with almost anyone -Loyal to the bitter end -Is not afraid of a fight Likes: -Psywave -Practicing with his katana -Hanging out with his friends -High-grade after exams Dislikes: -Bleeding -Getting punched in the face

Name: Cricket Colours: Light green and black Height: 6 inches tall Alt mode: Samsung Intensity Optic colour: Light blue Job: None as of yet Personality: Very skittish and nervous of other mechs. Is constantly worried about being grabbed and torn apart by anyone bigger than him. Once he finds friends though, he is very caring and will go out of his way to make them happy. Kinks: Is willing to do anything to make his partner/master feel good Likes: Friends, energon goodies, having his back scratched and cuddled Dislikes: New mechs, dark places, anything that is blank, anything that inflicts pain on him

Nightsun had seen too many things in his lifetime to not be impressed by the new empire. A world of techno-organics that thrived on keeping Cybertron as green as possible while allowing their natural technological evolution to flourish. It was a strange place to say the least, but it was peaceful. And to be able to walk amongst the younglings and not be chased off was an added bonus. After all, none of them knew who he was. History was a horrid thing for some mechs, but for him, the recent wipe of all information on Cybertron had saved him. No one seemed to have a clue who he was. They saw a Predacon symbol and scoffed at him, but he just sm

Name: Eternalscream Nickname(s): ES, Screamy Age (human equivalent): 21 Gender: Femme (female) Height: 30 feet Citystate: Vos Function: Dancer/merc-in-training Weapon(s): Swords Alt. Mode: Tetrajet Personality: -Enjoys having fun -Snappy when cornered -Curious Abilities/Skills: -Screams; and singing; act like an EMP and knocks everyone out Likes: -Being with her family -Dancing -Interfacing Dislikes: -Heat cycle -Who her Resonances were temporarily -Getting grabbed from behind

Optimus stepped carefully along the leaf litter, her eyes focused on the still form of a mouse. It was busy cleaning its whiskers and had not yet realized the danger it was in. She placed her paws carefully, her ears twisting to catch any sign of possible disturbances, while her eyes focused solely on the rodent. She paused as the mouse's nose twitched curiously, its head turning to look at a few fallen beech nuts. She chanced the distance and pounced. Her claws sank into the mouse's back and it squealed in surprise. She dispatched it quickly with a swift bite to the back of its neck. She smirked as she picked the mouse up in her mouth and t

"And this was the Temple of Zeus," Spike stated as he clicked on the link provided. The picture of the huge statue appeared on the screen and the Autobots behind him let out small appreciative noises. The Ancient Greeks were gifted in their craftsmanship and even aliens from a metallic planet appreciated it. Probably Grapple more than the others, but that was the optic of an architect compared to that of a regular mech. "How could primitive humans build something like this?" Grapple asked as he leant forward to get a better look. "That's what makes them wonders," Spike replied. "They didn't have very advanced tools and they still managed t

Orion shivered in the crowd of onlookers. Sentinel Prime had been slaughtered out on the battlefield by the new leader of the Decepticons. They were holding a ceremony to "crown" the new Prime of Cybertron. There were three candidates up on the stage, facing the freshly polished Matrix of Leadership. The crowd was silent, fearing the newest additions to the ceremony. The Decepticons had insisted that they be in attendance. Orion was not sure of the extreme details of the arrangement, but anyone daring enough to look over their shoulders could see the mass of gigantic mechs on the balcony above them.  It was terrifying. Pressing closer to hi

The planet, Charr; home; was covered in lush jungles. The humidity was horrendous, but they would adjust in time. It was still a young planet in the early developmental stages of life, but Unicron had reassured them that it was geared to keeping his new inhabitants alive and well. It was gorgeous. Orion smiled sadly out the window as she watched it approach. The ship was alive with excited voices and the ever-present undertone of mourning. None of them were entirely sure how they were going to cope with the losses since there was almost nothing for them to use to associate with the ones that died. They would get by; Unicron would make sure o

“Think you can do that?” “Do what?” Rodimus cocked an optic ridge at the other mech. Really. They were going to have this discussion again. This was the third time he had repeated himself in the past joor. “Were you even paying attention, Prowl?” “If you are talking about the many things you think I need to do to Jazz, than no, I was not,” Prowl replied as he flicked his doorwings slightly and scribbled something on the datapad. Who was Rodimus kidding; Prowl didn’t scribble. “Please do not speak to me again about such things. They are hardly relevant to my station.” Rolli

Sniffing at the base of a tree, Optimus followed the scent of circuitpheasant. The stupid thing had a broken wing and it still managed to move silently through the underbrush. Shaking his head, he trotted forward, huffing softly as the scent grew stronger. He could hear it now, fluttering about weakly and giving its position away. Crouching down, he flicked his tail back and forth as he prowled forward. One step…two steps…now! Leaping forward, Optimus cleared the small bush and dropped onto the unsuspecting fowl. He felt the spine snap beneath his paws, followed by the startled squawk of a dying bird. Before he could even sink his