*Is standing outside in his garden, watching the leaves of the trees around the gate fading to shades of yellow, orange and red. The trees of his garden are all ever green and what flowers have fulfilled their life cycle in the flower beds are leaving room for the growing plants that he had planted to keep a continuous spread of flowers and plants
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*Bright red optics glow in the darkness vast about by the taller trees. A creature lurks about, huddled in its hiding place, looking and listening attentively for anything in its confusion, uncertain of where it is.
The soft sounds of rustling pick the attention of two twitching white ears on a white helm as an scent, familiart yet not quite, calls to the creature. An instinct that wasn't there before takes over and forces it to seek the origin of that scent. Canines bared, the creature stalks the darkness in search of prey.*
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He stopped dead in his tracks as a strange noise of something behind him reached his ears. This was no time for dawdling. He broke into a run, sprinting blindly through nexus from whatever it was stalking him*
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*the creature can smell and hear the retreating cat and darts off after him. Barely making any sound despite his speed. The creature growls softly and inhales sharply to find the scent and follow his prey.*
... *the red optics glow bright as he spots something laying low on the grass*
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*Hopefully, he'd manage something before his Prowl bled too much to hang onto his branch.*
*Eyeing the wild mech growling below him, the white cyberninja crouched, waiting for Prowl to leap up and within range again.*
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*Almost as if on cue, the mech leaped from one tree to the next, baring his canines in warning with an added growl for extra effect. His clawed hand raised and poised for attack.
Although he knew the mech fairly well, in his current transformed state he cannot recognize friend from foe, and his only wish is to tear through whoever is denying him the prey he's been hunting.*
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He was getting weaker as his wounds bled and with the force the large creature launched himself through the tree, Prowl whimpered as the branch he was on cracked loudly with the shaking of the tree*
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*The mech's behaviour was familiar, he'd seen something similar during all those nights spent in the warehouse watching those shows with the Earth based team, and those nature documentaries his own Prowl had liked. Werewolf, Jazz's processor supplied. Visor glowing bright, the white mech growled, snarling a challenge at the other Prowl, hoping that werewolf-mechs followed the same rules as normal Earth wolves.*
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