#man i love transforme.rs!

[fryordie]

@decepticonranks​ |  starter call

Upon first glance, the situation appeared dire; a metal giant towered imposingly before him, exuding a palpable threat, whilst a human male, presumably affiliated with it, lingered at its feet. Not knowing the purpose of their visit, but intent on discovering it, he slowly lifts himself off the boulder that had been his perch, uru-hand tightly gripping the shaft of his axe, its weight a small comfort.

“Who dares disturb mine rest?” Using an alternative name for the isolation he had purposely sought out in coming to these woody hills, he levels the tip of his weapon at the unknown mortal. “Do you speak for this one?” Sky-blue hues dart to their metallic accomplice, though from the way the air seemed to settled between the pair of interlopers, he would guess that the two weren’t exactly the closest of allies.         “State thine business with the Odinson. And be brief.” For this encounter bore familiar stylings; that his help was sought after, to be used in some unknown capacity.

Why couldn’t the mortals just leave him in peace.