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Just Playing?Just Playing? by =Xobit
Sometimes he just had to get away from the flock. Bulkhead rolled over onto his back, wings tightly folded along his flanks.
The only bad part about this was that it was fantastically boring... he liked to talk to others. It was just that he sometimes needed someone else to listen to. He loved his flock, but they were virtually outcasts from the larger Autodragon flock and that put a hamper on many things.
A shadow passed over the clearing and he rolled over and got up as fast as he could, scouting for the passing dragon. It might well simply be Bumblebee or Smokescreen being too curious for their own good again, but there was always the ch
Winter hunting...Winter hunting... by =Xobit
Rodimus was quiet for once, letting his turbohounds run unchecked in front of him as he waited just inside the garden gate. He was too old to be running off, and really he was not, he had told those that needed to know where he was going. The hooded sheethawk on his right arm shifted and made a small croaking noise, still not happy with having been roused out of sound sleep for a dawn hunt.
He heard steps behind him, but did not move knowing the light tread too well. They had grown up together, Drift and he, trained together... fought together.
If there was any mech he knew better than Drift he would be surprised, even his older brother was
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