#;hyperwing

With a soft ex-vent, Hyperwing shifted her position. Tucked up in a good vantage point, she was trying desperately to clean out the dirt under her feathers. Even that could mess with her aerodynamics, so the minibot took the opportunity to take a rest and get back to peak condition.

Or what could be considered peak condition, in any case.

Very smol

How smol?

Well, if we use Transformers: Prime character sizes as references we get-

Oh

Very smol indeed I actually never pictures them lined up like this before

Black feathers, painted gold.

Will the fear that chases,

One day turn me cold?

Sunset reflected, basking glow

I take one step forward,

And my shadow will grow.

Whispers that will speak,

Haunt my waking days.

I feel my spark grow weak.

Chains of the past hold tight

Rumours dare to spread,

As my dusk fades to night.

An ill-omen, a curse to rue

Forgotten promises,

A life reforged anew.

Though from the ashes I dare to rise

The shame will follow

And reveal to open eyes.

A Raven of misfortune,

Who dared to dream

That always was forsaken.

Heed this warning, listen to what you are told

There is no hero here