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Arkon was not certain how Sothis would react, but he had hope it would be received well since they had talked about him blending in. He approached the goddess from behind and gently put his now smaller hand on her shoulder to get her attention. He hoped she would recognize him despite him being a fraction of his normal size.

There’s a start given at the hand on her shoulder and she whirled around. Oh! She hadn’t even heard him approach! Sothis relaxed a bit after a few moments but her heartbeat remained quick.

“I.. oh! Ah.. Arkon!”

There’s something different she noticed immediately, emerald hues scanned his much smaller form. She’s quiet a few moments. He’s.. smaller. Confusion crossed her features.

Nightmares were fickle things that took hold of dreams and turned them into something dark. Shaped by both emotions and memories. Nightmares could make one relive their worse moments.. A loss of their wife... or even their daughter..

Suddenly the dream changed.. everything disappeared and what remained was just.. a dark empty void of nothingness.

Autobot Matrix of Leadership by Iggwilv on DeviantArt

I drew the line art, colored, highlighted, shaded and messed around with the styles on Photoshop and this is what I got.

The sound of the blast had clearly shaken whatever, or whomever was lurking in the deepest, darkest shadows. Piercing red optics stared out at Megatron, yet the EM field held no hostility, and those eyes held no malice. A spindly servo with elongated digits tentatively reached out into the light, followed by a lanky arm, and then an uncanny faceplate... It was a femme, but this one wasn't built in a model typical to most Cybretronian females.

"H-Hello..." The odd fembot greeted, her voice a haunting deep, yet feminine drawl despite her doll-like resemblance. "What is this place...?"

Zaihnaeth had been exploring when suddenly a large creature... Person? rushed her way, roaring. Had she inadvertently entered their territory? She had a couple options here: she could run, and possibly make herself to be considered prey; she could fly up so they couldn’t reach her… or she could stand her ground.

She was wearing armor, but she still activated her plasma shield before taking flight, just in case. She did not grab a weapon just yet though, especially since she meant no harm. She hovered, hopefully high enough to be out of danger, observing. Would this be enough? She tilted her head, curious.