The Lava Fields
Title: 'The Lava Fields'
Rating: G
'verse: AU
Warnings: I HAVE NOT edited this yet. I needed to get it out of my line of site for a while, so I went ahead and posted it here. I will get to further detailing a-sap. If you wanna beta, be my guest. I'll pay you back somehow! :3
Summary: simply just a longer than normal drabble. Megatron likes playing with Starscream's self-esteem.
Notes: Returning to my roots! lol *shot* It's been a while since I've induldged myself in 'fantasy'. This may turn out being more sci-fi x fantasy. Like seen sometomes on the syfy channel and their bad monster movies. Hopfully this wont turn out being bad, even if they'll probably remain useless dabbles.
Their forms are homage slightly to Draconika and Dungeons & Dragons dragons. These aren't skimpy, pussy, or (dare I say) cute little dragons. These are like dragons from Monster Hunter's (that I so terriably wanna play .__.).
Further details/notes at the end. (*)
This or Hellstorm by Steve Jablonsky is Megatron's theme lol
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Silver-gray claws scraped against ash covered molten rock. The sharp ends dug slightly into the stone making crusted ash fall away. Lava* flow drifted around the large protruding black rock and the monstrous serpent-like creature that was stretched out on its back. Spreading out his long wingspan its clawed tipped 'fingers' spanned out also. Megatron's wingspan was great, yet tattered from past battles. War scares that healed improperly over time. The thin yet leather-tough membrane that connected the fingers of his wings looked like a battle warn flag; riddled with holes and tares, some in the shape of claw marks.
Even with these reminders from the past they did not make them any less impressive and intimidating. For most it told them that Megatron wasn't ignorant to war and fighting itself. He was a veteran completely. Their backs started underside were usually white-gray matching the rest of Megatron's thick and strong body but could flush a bloody red for intimidation. But as Lord Alpha* of the Decepticon's such things were beneath him but it never ceased to amuse him when he need some amusement sometimes. The upward side was a deep gray similar to old ash that had fallen in the Lava Fields, and slowly faded into a deep maroon tent like they'd been stained with blood of the enemy. The talons that protruded out from his fingers also seem to be permanently dyed a deep red.
The white-gray dragon lord had been out here among the continuously flowing Lava Fields for some time. The natural heat that rose from the lava easily warmed Megatron's underbelly, which was far better than the usual cold that settled over his territory this time of year.
The Lava Fields were claimed by no one and very few organisms could live out here even for a few minutes because of carbon dioxide sulfur dioxide and several other deadly gases that flowed endlessly and freely here. All these gasses that rose up from the earth's innards, unlike the deadly 'snow' that fail visibly, the gases were entirely invisible. Megatron was one of the few breeds of dragons that could with stand the deadly nature of the Lava Fields. He occasionally indulged himself buy coming here, mostly to get away from the freaks and nuisances that was the other Decepticon's.
It was the sudden gush of hot air flow were now wind should be present that caught Megatron's attention momentarily. Cocking his head to one side not lifting it from where it laid on his front legs, he looked up. Gradually a familiar form materialized from the thick layers of gray clouds and smoke. Megatron watched it with bored attention as the figure took a perch on another protruding molten rock a few yards away. It was none other than his second-in-command in battle and occasionally rival of territory and rank; Starscream. The newcomer just happened to be another breed of dragon that could tolerate the Lava Fields but hardly cared for coming here.
Starscream's breed were long, slender, and elegant creatures. With long whipping fan-ending tails and wings that were brilliant and long as they were dangerous and concealing of their true abilities. On land they did contain amounts of their excellence, but they were awkward. While they were all this, they were known to be extremely vain. Or at least this dragon; Starscream, was anyway. What made Starscream and his kind stand out was the trail of thin downy-like feather's running down their backs to their feather-fan tails.
"What are you doing here, Starscream?"
The slender lanky newcomer shifted on his new perch wings still stretched out on either side of him. Small fragments broke off tumbling down to be swallowed by the yellow and red hot lava flowing by. Starscream stared down into its depths for a few moments with red slanted eyes with a mixture of fear and loathing. He didn't want to be here. The rapid flicking his tail like an unease feline gave away further to his unease of being here.
"I'll never see what you find so fascinating about this horrid place," Starscream hissed.
Megatron bared his teeth, "For once I didn't order you to join me out here," irritation evident in his rumbling deep voice. "Not like I want your presence here, anyway."
The small feather's and the single line of spines down sections along the mostly white dragon bristled. "For your knowledgment, Lord Alpha; I'm taking up my precious time to bring you word from Shockwave in the North."
He'd never admit it to the Seeker* that it did peak his own interest to hearing that. Instead of reacting probably how Starscream predicted, Megatron pointed his head toward the Seeker giving the other a sly smile. Seeing the tooth grin Starscream slowly pulled his head back unnerved by it but quickly recovering he baring his own thin yet strong razored teeth long wings subconsciously rising back above his shoulders.
"Well, I do fell honored that you'd grace my presence with a simple message. I would have thought Courier you would find beneath you, Starscream. Seeing as you are here, you prove me wrong yet again."
"I am not a Courier!"
Even with the slight vibrating rumbling of distant volcano's and cascading eruptions Megatron's throaty laugh carried over the Lava Fields, which only succeeded in making Starscream more irate with the gray-white dragon across from him. Just as the Seeker was about to open his maw to lash back out at Megatron but quickly clamped his jaws shut as the gray-white dragon rose up on his thick muscled legs leisurely and stretching out his enormous wingspan. It was easily enough to make any creature dragon or nigh pause. Megatron's mighty form was only one thing that told many that he wasn't Lord Alpha of the Decepticon's for nothing. Still rumbling off a laugh, with one strong flap of his wings stirring up hoards of smoke and ash and slight pressure in his legs Megatron took to the air bloody red eyes gazing down at Starscream who quickly followed him.
"Well then," Megatron began his white-gray form seeming to start to turn almost invisible by the dark gray blanket of false clouds in the air. "You can tell me on the way back to Nemesis*."
oOoOo
Lava = above ground, Magma = blow ground
Lord Alpha = self explainitory. Megatron is Alpha/Commander/Lord/Surpreme. He wouldn't be Megatron other wise.
Starscream = I haven't decided if I want him to be of a (stereotypical) four legged dragon or like a Wyvern (from arms-wings, two back legs).
Seeker = lol aren't I clever *shot*
Nemesis = not a ship but more of a territory/land. Something similar anyway. Working out kinks! This includes Ark.
Rating: G
'verse: AU
Warnings: I HAVE NOT edited this yet. I needed to get it out of my line of site for a while, so I went ahead and posted it here. I will get to further detailing a-sap. If you wanna beta, be my guest. I'll pay you back somehow! :3
Summary: simply just a longer than normal drabble. Megatron likes playing with Starscream's self-esteem.
Notes: Returning to my roots! lol *shot* It's been a while since I've induldged myself in 'fantasy'. This may turn out being more sci-fi x fantasy. Like seen sometomes on the syfy channel and their bad monster movies. Hopfully this wont turn out being bad, even if they'll probably remain useless dabbles.
Their forms are homage slightly to Draconika and Dungeons & Dragons dragons. These aren't skimpy, pussy, or (dare I say) cute little dragons. These are like dragons from Monster Hunter's (that I so terriably wanna play .__.).
Further details/notes at the end. (*)
This or Hellstorm by Steve Jablonsky is Megatron's theme lol
click:
Silver-gray claws scraped against ash covered molten rock. The sharp ends dug slightly into the stone making crusted ash fall away. Lava* flow drifted around the large protruding black rock and the monstrous serpent-like creature that was stretched out on its back. Spreading out his long wingspan its clawed tipped 'fingers' spanned out also. Megatron's wingspan was great, yet tattered from past battles. War scares that healed improperly over time. The thin yet leather-tough membrane that connected the fingers of his wings looked like a battle warn flag; riddled with holes and tares, some in the shape of claw marks.
Even with these reminders from the past they did not make them any less impressive and intimidating. For most it told them that Megatron wasn't ignorant to war and fighting itself. He was a veteran completely. Their backs started underside were usually white-gray matching the rest of Megatron's thick and strong body but could flush a bloody red for intimidation. But as Lord Alpha* of the Decepticon's such things were beneath him but it never ceased to amuse him when he need some amusement sometimes. The upward side was a deep gray similar to old ash that had fallen in the Lava Fields, and slowly faded into a deep maroon tent like they'd been stained with blood of the enemy. The talons that protruded out from his fingers also seem to be permanently dyed a deep red.
The white-gray dragon lord had been out here among the continuously flowing Lava Fields for some time. The natural heat that rose from the lava easily warmed Megatron's underbelly, which was far better than the usual cold that settled over his territory this time of year.
The Lava Fields were claimed by no one and very few organisms could live out here even for a few minutes because of carbon dioxide sulfur dioxide and several other deadly gases that flowed endlessly and freely here. All these gasses that rose up from the earth's innards, unlike the deadly 'snow' that fail visibly, the gases were entirely invisible. Megatron was one of the few breeds of dragons that could with stand the deadly nature of the Lava Fields. He occasionally indulged himself buy coming here, mostly to get away from the freaks and nuisances that was the other Decepticon's.
It was the sudden gush of hot air flow were now wind should be present that caught Megatron's attention momentarily. Cocking his head to one side not lifting it from where it laid on his front legs, he looked up. Gradually a familiar form materialized from the thick layers of gray clouds and smoke. Megatron watched it with bored attention as the figure took a perch on another protruding molten rock a few yards away. It was none other than his second-in-command in battle and occasionally rival of territory and rank; Starscream. The newcomer just happened to be another breed of dragon that could tolerate the Lava Fields but hardly cared for coming here.
Starscream's breed were long, slender, and elegant creatures. With long whipping fan-ending tails and wings that were brilliant and long as they were dangerous and concealing of their true abilities. On land they did contain amounts of their excellence, but they were awkward. While they were all this, they were known to be extremely vain. Or at least this dragon; Starscream, was anyway. What made Starscream and his kind stand out was the trail of thin downy-like feather's running down their backs to their feather-fan tails.
"What are you doing here, Starscream?"
The slender lanky newcomer shifted on his new perch wings still stretched out on either side of him. Small fragments broke off tumbling down to be swallowed by the yellow and red hot lava flowing by. Starscream stared down into its depths for a few moments with red slanted eyes with a mixture of fear and loathing. He didn't want to be here. The rapid flicking his tail like an unease feline gave away further to his unease of being here.
"I'll never see what you find so fascinating about this horrid place," Starscream hissed.
Megatron bared his teeth, "For once I didn't order you to join me out here," irritation evident in his rumbling deep voice. "Not like I want your presence here, anyway."
The small feather's and the single line of spines down sections along the mostly white dragon bristled. "For your knowledgment, Lord Alpha; I'm taking up my precious time to bring you word from Shockwave in the North."
He'd never admit it to the Seeker* that it did peak his own interest to hearing that. Instead of reacting probably how Starscream predicted, Megatron pointed his head toward the Seeker giving the other a sly smile. Seeing the tooth grin Starscream slowly pulled his head back unnerved by it but quickly recovering he baring his own thin yet strong razored teeth long wings subconsciously rising back above his shoulders.
"Well, I do fell honored that you'd grace my presence with a simple message. I would have thought Courier you would find beneath you, Starscream. Seeing as you are here, you prove me wrong yet again."
"I am not a Courier!"
Even with the slight vibrating rumbling of distant volcano's and cascading eruptions Megatron's throaty laugh carried over the Lava Fields, which only succeeded in making Starscream more irate with the gray-white dragon across from him. Just as the Seeker was about to open his maw to lash back out at Megatron but quickly clamped his jaws shut as the gray-white dragon rose up on his thick muscled legs leisurely and stretching out his enormous wingspan. It was easily enough to make any creature dragon or nigh pause. Megatron's mighty form was only one thing that told many that he wasn't Lord Alpha of the Decepticon's for nothing. Still rumbling off a laugh, with one strong flap of his wings stirring up hoards of smoke and ash and slight pressure in his legs Megatron took to the air bloody red eyes gazing down at Starscream who quickly followed him.
"Well then," Megatron began his white-gray form seeming to start to turn almost invisible by the dark gray blanket of false clouds in the air. "You can tell me on the way back to Nemesis*."
oOoOo
Lava = above ground, Magma = blow ground
Lord Alpha = self explainitory. Megatron is Alpha/Commander/Lord/Surpreme. He wouldn't be Megatron other wise.
Starscream = I haven't decided if I want him to be of a (stereotypical) four legged dragon or like a Wyvern (from arms-wings, two back legs).
Seeker = lol aren't I clever *shot*
Nemesis = not a ship but more of a territory/land. Something similar anyway. Working out kinks! This includes Ark.