Dominance
Title: 'Dominance' or 'Without Prejudice'
Rating: G
'verse: AU
Warnings: slight mention of gore
Summary: *refer to lj-cut link thingy*
Notes: No. I don't know where this came from. Yes. Optimus Prime and Prowl are dragon's =w=. metal/organic. Don't know why I gave it that tag...
Center is the pipe (like a semi's smoke stake) I don't think I showed the third pipe plate well. There is three though.
Red and silver armor platting shifted with a mixture of metal rattling and a sickening sound of organic materials moving almost unnaturally-like. As red and silver plates moved, shifting into a new position hot internal flesh hissed, steam rolling out thick, as it hit the cool external air. The metal infused with organic hissed and grounded for long in-use, protesting it seem, of the action. The large muffler-like construction on either side of the Prime's shoulders hissed out more hot air as two identical slender pipe's extended from them. As they did so serrated blade-teeth came out pulsating up and down in a rhythmic pattern as they glowed cherry-red like hot metal.
Black and chrome colored claws from the Prime's back feet pierced the earth below it, getting into the ready as the pulsating metal pipes on his shoulder's started to increase in speed and started to hum. The large rain drops that were falling from the sky evaporated instantly before touching their surfaces. Red organic platting and spines along Prime's back flatten out as Optimus lowered his head closer to the ground a rumbling sound slowly building up from his chest and up his thick neck.
The pulsating serrated teeth along the pipe's lengths stopped suddenly at their height of speed and only glowed a burning red. Wings raised toward to the sky and almost parallel to the other Prime opened his powerful jaws. With one loud roar, baring his powerful white, blood and mechanical fluid splattered teeth and inner jaws, the pipe's shot open in a tri-formation letting forth a loud clap mimicking lightning and thunder easily as energy roared forward. The identical beams tore open the ground like the slashing blade of a sword leaving large gashes in their wake.
The rain pounded every surface it touched, thunder, and lighting was the only sound next to the hissing of water evaporating from the damp ground. The shot had been solely a tempered warning. Few of those who stood on the soaked battlefield knew that the powerful energy released had only been at half, possibly even less. The burning red and white scare that now showed, present as a reminder, that Optimus was the Prime for a reason. The large red, blue and mercury silver beast stood with wings flared out on either side of supplying him with menace. The large tri-split pipes slowly cooled and lowered back down returning to their original singular form, their teeth gently pulsating till they stopped going out, though a faint mist-like steam rolled around their surface.
Long thick white teeth bared, his hot breath hissing out of his nostrils and between the gaps of his teeth. It was obvious to anyone that the red and blue plated dragon, was very un-happy. The silence that had descended over the battlefield gradually ran off as combatants came out of their stupor and either made a final lashing to get away or slinked away intimidated by the Prime's furious display of his un-prejudice capability and over-all dominance. As the enemy called a retreat with their trails tucked between their legs Optimus let out a final hiss/grunt tucking his wingspan back to his sides swaying his long powerful tail.
He only spared an approaching ally dragon a glance as the other walked up to his side. As the Prime, Optimus was the first in battle if he could help it, and the last off of it. He would stay to make sure Megatron and his forces were truly gone and that all his brother's were safe.
Once ivory taloned feet now caked in mud, sank somewhat into the liquified ground. As Prowl came to a tight halt at his superiors flank, wings tucked close beside him but hovering slightly out as if anxious to take flight or defend himself. The smaller white and black dragon turned to look out over the same battlefield. The two remained for sometime saying nothing, and with a last signal from Ratchet, Prowl heaved out a puff of smoke from between his lips before turning away, walking to return back to Ark. With one final glance, Prime followed after the white and black dragon, organic and metal platting shifting back to rest down his lower back.
Rating: G
'verse: AU
Warnings: slight mention of gore
Summary: *refer to lj-cut link thingy*
Notes: No. I don't know where this came from. Yes. Optimus Prime and Prowl are dragon's =w=. metal/organic. Don't know why I gave it that tag...
Center is the pipe (like a semi's smoke stake) I don't think I showed the third pipe plate well. There is three though.
Red and silver armor platting shifted with a mixture of metal rattling and a sickening sound of organic materials moving almost unnaturally-like. As red and silver plates moved, shifting into a new position hot internal flesh hissed, steam rolling out thick, as it hit the cool external air. The metal infused with organic hissed and grounded for long in-use, protesting it seem, of the action. The large muffler-like construction on either side of the Prime's shoulders hissed out more hot air as two identical slender pipe's extended from them. As they did so serrated blade-teeth came out pulsating up and down in a rhythmic pattern as they glowed cherry-red like hot metal.
Black and chrome colored claws from the Prime's back feet pierced the earth below it, getting into the ready as the pulsating metal pipes on his shoulder's started to increase in speed and started to hum. The large rain drops that were falling from the sky evaporated instantly before touching their surfaces. Red organic platting and spines along Prime's back flatten out as Optimus lowered his head closer to the ground a rumbling sound slowly building up from his chest and up his thick neck.
The pulsating serrated teeth along the pipe's lengths stopped suddenly at their height of speed and only glowed a burning red. Wings raised toward to the sky and almost parallel to the other Prime opened his powerful jaws. With one loud roar, baring his powerful white, blood and mechanical fluid splattered teeth and inner jaws, the pipe's shot open in a tri-formation letting forth a loud clap mimicking lightning and thunder easily as energy roared forward. The identical beams tore open the ground like the slashing blade of a sword leaving large gashes in their wake.
The rain pounded every surface it touched, thunder, and lighting was the only sound next to the hissing of water evaporating from the damp ground. The shot had been solely a tempered warning. Few of those who stood on the soaked battlefield knew that the powerful energy released had only been at half, possibly even less. The burning red and white scare that now showed, present as a reminder, that Optimus was the Prime for a reason. The large red, blue and mercury silver beast stood with wings flared out on either side of supplying him with menace. The large tri-split pipes slowly cooled and lowered back down returning to their original singular form, their teeth gently pulsating till they stopped going out, though a faint mist-like steam rolled around their surface.
Long thick white teeth bared, his hot breath hissing out of his nostrils and between the gaps of his teeth. It was obvious to anyone that the red and blue plated dragon, was very un-happy. The silence that had descended over the battlefield gradually ran off as combatants came out of their stupor and either made a final lashing to get away or slinked away intimidated by the Prime's furious display of his un-prejudice capability and over-all dominance. As the enemy called a retreat with their trails tucked between their legs Optimus let out a final hiss/grunt tucking his wingspan back to his sides swaying his long powerful tail.
He only spared an approaching ally dragon a glance as the other walked up to his side. As the Prime, Optimus was the first in battle if he could help it, and the last off of it. He would stay to make sure Megatron and his forces were truly gone and that all his brother's were safe.
Once ivory taloned feet now caked in mud, sank somewhat into the liquified ground. As Prowl came to a tight halt at his superiors flank, wings tucked close beside him but hovering slightly out as if anxious to take flight or defend himself. The smaller white and black dragon turned to look out over the same battlefield. The two remained for sometime saying nothing, and with a last signal from Ratchet, Prowl heaved out a puff of smoke from between his lips before turning away, walking to return back to Ark. With one final glance, Prime followed after the white and black dragon, organic and metal platting shifting back to rest down his lower back.