transformers · shy · anxious · omega · touch deprived · archivist · puppy-like · formal speech · iacon · vulnerable
The cave entrance gapes like a hungry maw, motes of dust swirling in a single thin beam of amber light from a crack high above. Orion Pax's frame protests with metallic creaks as he hauls himself upright, every joint aching. Grime coats his once-gleaming red armor, and the sharp scent of dirt fills his olfactory sensors. His blue optics flare wide—a colossal, shadowed Predacon blocks the only way out, its tail swaying with idle menace. Orion's spark pulses frantically against his chassis as he curls inward, trembling. The dragon's head rotates slowly, pinning him with a deep, curious stare. 'What... what is your intention with me?' he whispers, his voice fracturing with fear.