His neck dips a bit at the waves of aggression.
::I am Starscream. I am-:: Playing? Hunting? ::Searching for someone.::
His thoughts and mind are not as full as Megatrons, memories suppressed by the anonmagic and transformation.
Starscream… The red one. And he knew his place, it seemed. He relaxes a bit.
::Searching for who?::
The tip of tail flicks instinctively, the urge to whips it forth in warning great when so close to what surely is his superior in strength and power. Doing so would be a deathwish however, making void whatever attempt he had made to show his ill intent earlier.
What was it he wanted? He had wanted to fight, originally, but there was no sense in such a clearly one sided battle.
Remaining stock, Starscream observes the other and senses a form of familiarity.
Best to play it nice.
::Greetings.:: he speaks to him, mind brushing against the others in conversation.
The larger dragon immediately goes into an aggressive stance. What was that? This thing was telepathic? …Was he? He attempts to speak as he does when he wishes for Soundwave to know his thoughts.
::Who are you? What are you doing here?::
Hm… Its behavior changed. No longer seeing the other as a threat, Megatron lowers himself back to all fours and folds his wings in, he keeps watching the other, growling softly. You may approach.
Starscream flies cautiously a few moments more once Megatron has settled before entering his territory, flying level with the ship’s platform and coming to a soft landing before him. Wings folding, he is sure to keep his spines lowered and tucked away, further showing he had no ill intent.
Still, he does not shy away from the other’s stare.
Watching as the other lands, he notes the submissive posture and is unavoidably reminded of Starscream. He walks closer to the smaller dragon… Never before had they cataloged any such creatures on Earth and suddenly here one was now that he had been transformed into one. Soundwave had also been changed… Was this another Cybertronian, or and actual dragon?
He nips at it lightly, demanding some sign of its intent.
blewuptheship replied to your post: ((Catching scent of another dragon during his flight, Starscream sends out a call of greeting.. and warning.))The plume of flame is as clear a sign of acceptance of his call as can be, and with a thrilled challenging roar he calls crys back, changing course and closing the distance to the ship.Another cry. Closer now. He’s able to spot its origin now… a smaller reddish dragon speeding towards him. Megatron stands on the spire and rears up, baring his large fore-claws and fangs, spreading his wings out wide. He snarls at the intruder. Turn back or face his wrath.
Catching sight of the well armored and formidable beast along with the size of its territory, it takes only a moment for the more agile dragon to tilt and changes his course and manners. Sweeping and curling before Megatron from a respectful distance, he sends the other another cry- this one more playful and and submissive.
Hm… Its behavior changed. No longer seeing the other as a threat, Megatron lowers himself back to all fours and folds his wings in, he keeps watching the other, growling softly. You may approach.
The plume of flame is as clear a sign of acceptance of his call as can be, and with a thrilled challenging roar he calls crys back, changing course and closing the distance to the ship.
Another cry. Closer now. He’s able to spot its origin now… a smaller reddish dragon speeding towards him. Megatron stands on the spire and rears up, baring his large fore-claws and fangs, spreading his wings out wide. He snarls at the intruder. Turn back or face his wrath.
It’s, like, you gotta do that thing where you find a cliff and catch the wind right and go FWOOF! (He pantomimes.) And then you glide around and you catch a thermal and you go SUPER-FWOOF (He pantomimes ON TIPPYTOE.) so you can go up REALLY high and not have to flap!
So yeah, like that!
He watches the little mech flail around before peeking over the edge. He understood how thermal pockets effected flight, but if he failed, it was a long way down. Risk had never stopped him before, and it wouldn’t now.
He spreads his wings to their full span and waits for the wind to feel right. Once is picks up, he runs straight off the edge, trusting the air currents to carry him.
Megatron has to adjust his wings a few times and lose a bit of altitude before gaining it, but it works, and he begins to glide, circling the ship. It’s so quiet without the roar of his own engine, nothing to hear but the wind whipping around his wings.
He’s caught between missing the noise and enjoying the stillness.
But how was he supposed to land?
The warlord stretches out all three of his new appendages. A tail and two organic wings. He swishes the tail, which seems to be rather strong and has spikes on the end. A potential weapon.
The wings are next. A large wingspan, powerful muscles attached, but nothing like thrusters that he could locate. Powered flight, then? Tiny organic birds did it. They flapped these ungainly things to fly… Seemed impractical. Still, being grounded left him at a disadvantage. He wouldn’t have it.
On the deck of the docked Nemesis, the beast that is Lord Megatron spreads his wings and crouches down. He leaps into the air and throws his wings down, gaining a bit of height before crashing back to the deck. He snarls upon impact, but shakes himself and tries again with new vigor. The crash isn’t as violent this time, but is twice as frustrating.
How was he supposed to take off??
((Everyone look at this thing my friend made for me for this anon LOOK AT IT IT’S BEAUTIFUL EEEEEEE))
Megatron's back up 