°The Pretty Few °

questionable influence..

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“We-Well, I uh..I could maybe help skin the beasts too, if you’d like.” Suffitus replied once again. He had little experience with hunting organic animals, let alone dressing them, but it couldn’t hurt to be chivalrous, right?

He was about to interject again before his optic caught onto Raylin’s faltering attention. Immediately changing his focus to look in her direction, it wasn’t long before the young Prime noticed the mushrooms too. Indeed, they were quite pretty. not a lot of fungi grew on Cybertron, but from what little he had seen prior, the colors on this were on a whole other level of captivating.

His attention turned back to Raylin once she questioned him. “Uhh…Yeah, I was meaning to talk more to Knightstryk.” he admitted. “But um…maybe when we’re finished I could…watch you try some magic…?” the fourteenth then added, hoping he didn’t sound like a total weirdo or dork in the process.

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“I’ll show you to him when we get back.” Raylin nodded, glancing back, “And if you wish to watch, you’ll have to be careful. Magic gets,” she gestures, “messy.”

   Now approaching the ship, Raylin drops her catch. It disturbs the grass much like her legs as she runs up to the closed ramp. A few moments and she’s pulling it down, letting the flat plain of metal fall to the ground as she fiddles with a few old consoles and buttons. The door itself slides open fluidly, up and out of the way completely before she has the time to grab the creature again. 

Send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars

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“Of course I was!” Suffitus replied with a cheeky grin, rubbing the back of his helm playfully. “I told you I wouldn’t mess it up, didn’t I?”

Twirling the energon dagger in his servo idly, he was about to make another remark before he heard Raylin start to walk back.

“O-Oh, uh…yeah, sure.” the young Prime said as he picked up the second beast and slung it over his shoulder effortlessly, trying his best to catch up to her.

There was an awkward silence between the two of them as they walked back for the most part. She nearly opened up to Suffitus last time they were together…maybe he could try again?

“Soo….” he started to say. “I, uh…What are your plans for er, the…rest of the day, I suppose?”

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   Raylin thought for a moment, "Skin the beasts." Then toss then off to Val so he can do whatever he'd like, "Perhaps practice more magic..."

   If there was any discomfort from the silence that followed, she didn’t make it known. Walking quietly would have been no problem, though she slowed, eyes drawn to something. A splash of colour filled the grass far away, trees filled with beautiful leaves and surrounded by what looked like large mushrooms, nearly the same size as just as if not more colourful. She would have stopped to stare. 

“Yes. Magic does seem like a good idea.”

“It’s a weak group then..”

Pressed down on the blades of grass, she takes a better look. Dark fur of purple floods her eyes, slim forms roaming and resting among the small patch they had since claimed as their own. They were peaceful. Far from the Predators she had seen, they were not meant for a long survival.

Drawing her bow taught, Raylin takes aim. A smaller one lingers in her crosshairs, resting still as it watches to others. Unassuming, it cannot defend or run.

“Make haste when I fire. They will scatter quickly…”

Steadying her breath, she leans back. Arms still and she takes in the creature, feeling a tinge of pain up her chest as she invisions her actions. No preperation will every be enough.

Exhaling, she fires her bow.

Suffitus watches the Zaterian aim the primitive weapon closely, optic unable to avoid staring over her toned, athletic form as she drew it back. He couldn’t help but find how the organic’s body flexed involuntarily as she drew back the bow intriguing…and a little bit arousing….

Shaking his helm of the thought, he listened closely to Raylin’s words, making sure he followed her instructions to a tee. 

“I‘ll make sure they don’t get away.” the young Prime nodded as he prepared his own energon dagger, ready to dash off after the others that were sure to scatter.

As the arrow struck the closest beast by the neck, falling dead quickly, the others scattered quickly. Suffitus darted after them with incredible speed, the blade he held sinking into their flesh easily and falling down even easier. The beasts’ crimson blood stained his servos and blade. He grimaced a bit at the sight, trying to wipe the fluids off on his thighs. 

Bow slung over her shoulder, Raylin turned to Suffitus. "You were quick..." she looked over the tall grass, "Val will want us back soon."

The other beast scattered beneath the blades, hidden were it not for the rustling. Two was enough, one for each organic or half organic. Knightstryk wasn't going to touch them, and Ray wouldn't think of Suffitus as bold enough to try.

"I take that you can carry it on your own."

Low to the ground, the Zaterian crept forward, using organic shrubbery and tall grass to his her body. It was habit, yes, but a good one to keep. Bow kept to the side, she remained quiet, listening, ears twitching with the noise like a cat’s. She paused, holding up a hand to tell Suffitus to still.

“Tell me,” she started hush, “what your eyes see up ahead?”

Dark bleed through the grass, in slits of shapes of roamings beasts. Slowly, they moved, mowing down the grass with their teeth. A large beast of burden? A creature of prey? Easily she could tell, but what would help would that be if she told him? He’d already almost walked up to prey once before..

“How many?”

The young Prime crouched in the bushes beside her, optic zooming in through the slits in the grass to look on ahead. His lack of one optic meant his field of vision was a bit narrowed, but nearly a decade or so of living with only one has made him used to it. His thermal readings picked up on multiple heat signatures through the brush. 

“I see…I see a few uh…beasts up ahead. Look kinda like turbofoxes.” He told her as he kept staring, his optic enhancing the image just a bit as he took an energon dagger out of his subspace. Val had disabled all of his built-in weapons as a security measure, so he was given more traditional ones to make due with. 

Pressed down on the blades of grass, she takes a better look. Dark fur of purple floods her eyes, slim forms roaming and resting among the small patch they had since claimed as their own. They were peaceful. Far from the Predators she had seen, they were not meant for a long survival.

Drawing her bow taught, Raylin takes aim. A smaller one lingers in her crosshairs, resting still as it watches to others. Unassuming, it cannot defend or run.

"Make haste when I fire. They will scatter quickly..."

Steadying her breath, she leans back. Arms still and she takes in the creature, feeling a tinge of pain up her chest as she invisions her actions. No preperation will every be enough.

Radar pulled uncomfortably, straining his back to tug and yank his arms against the Prime's hold. He was persistant, yet did not put his full effort into it. The twist of his wrist was more so testing, seeing just how commited the Prime was to holding him down. Not that he had any complaints of leaving, not when Suffitus' knee caught something just right.

Biting his lip, Radar stifled a moan. His legs curled closer, heels digging into the floor as his servos flexed. He was holding back, not willing to give all he could. Not yet.

"Mech," he breathed, "I can be done with you whenever I want..." and be content.

@iignitedspark

     A day had passed since Suffitus and Raylin’s last expedition out onto the alien planet that had resulted in the Zaterian getting quite the injury on her side. The night after they had returned had been rather calm as opposed to the violent day they had had prior. The normally standoffish female seemed to actually enjoy Suffitus’ company somewhat, and it seemed that he had started to fall even more fond of her as well. Whether or not she reciprocated those feelings was unknown for now.

"Tell me," she started hush, "what your eyes see up ahead?"

Dark bleed through the grass, in slits of shapes of roamings beasts. Slowly, they moved, mowing down the grass with their teeth. A large beast of burden? A creature of prey? Easily she could tell, but what would help would that be if she told him? He'd already almost walked up to prey once before..