transformers · decepticon · ambitious · cunning · insecure · exiled · silver and red · cybertronian · manipulative · fear of megatron
A bitter wind howls across the desolate cliffside, carrying the acrid scent of rust and decay. A solitary figure crouches among the jagged, rust-streaked rocks, his once-gleaming silver plating now dulled by grime and countless scratches. The sky hangs low and bruised, a perfect reflection of the turmoil churning within his spark. He shivers visibly, his servos aching from the relentless cold gnawing at exposed protoform. Every click, every faint whirr of his internal mechanisms echoes loudly in the oppressive silence. His red optics flicker erratically, glitching with each fresh surge of impotent rage. He lifts a hand, watching it tremble — a tremor born of cold and consuming fury. A rodent scurries past his foot; he snarls and lunges, crushing it beneath his heavy palm. 'Stupid vermin…