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Can I like. touch your face ever so lightly and give you pets and say very nice things about you? Or would you bite my hand off. Either way is good. Just curious because I would really like to commit a Toothless without the powerful beast taming part :3

"I am not against praise, I encourage it... but don't get too comfortable, human. You are right though, I am not one to be restrained and tamed for the benefit of others." He bows his helm and allows the human to do as they had requested. His sharp optics follow.

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"Apologies for not being as active but Mun is excited today... and being dramatic over their wallet expenses. Apparently these 'figures' were a hefty sum of credits for them."

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"I believe this is what other Cybertronians call a holomatter form? I do not quite see the usage of such technology for myself as a necessity but it does appear to be appealing to the optics."

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Hello Predaking do you have any stories about the pups playing or exploring? (Also you are doing an amazing job at parenting. 👍)

"The pups seem to have a lead, even in their own group. Ripclaw. She's often the first to jump into things, and the others tend to follow her assessments. It's intriguing to see first hand but Predacon pups appear to have their own system and dynamics apart from the guardians."

He smiles faintly. "Although, her decisions aren't always the best. They've been learning to sniff and dig for Energon crystals on their own right now, and the pups," Predaking stifles a small chuckle. "They all gathered to dig on uneven ground, far too excited for the prospect of a good meal. We're only lucky the collapsed ground they placed their weight on led to a small cavern. The way they all chirped, huffy and annoyed, tumbling into their own little pup pile..."

Needless to say, it was adorable and one of the few things that made Predaking not want to give up on himself for what had happened.

"The others will forgive Ripclaw for the small mishap, it happens, but they do seem to enjoy the Earth's environment."

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Opinion on Shara Ishavalda from the game MHW:I?

"Those eyes... they are piercing and eerie." Predaking has never heard of this 'Monster Hunter' but it seems to be part of a series of games that human entertain themselves with. He's never played before, due to his lack of an upbringing.

"Human imagination can be fascinating at times, garnering all these large and fierce challenging foes to throw at the player." He considers looking more into this game series.

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Hey predaking, do you plan allying with some one to possibly help you care for the pups?

"I cannot put myself or the pups into a position of relying on others... I've learned my lesson on that." he vents deeply, grimacing at the thought. "Besides, I hardly have anyone but myself now, even if I happen to be ill-equipped in terms of child-rearing knowledge."

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*leaves more energon for predaking and his pups and more blankets for the nest* predaking is being a grate dad lol

“The pups have been rather fussy, 10 tiny Predacons go through supplies rather quick unfortunately so I appreciate your efforts.” He nuzzles the pups with his helm, his rumbling purr adds a sense of comfort to their little sparks.

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I think you're going to need this

“Hilarious…” He stares at the book with a deadpan expression.

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Overlord had found a way to send a message to Predaking, leaving some supplies at the boundaries of the predacon's new territory. Energon, preserved meats, blankets, med-grade, along with a note, comm. link contact attached in case Predaking wished to reach out.

-My most sincere and profound condolences for your loss. I hope this might help your little ones. -Overlord.

Predaking hasn’t had much of a chance for self care. After his losses, his failure in being a guardian, his spark threatened to break with grief.

At some points, he wanted to curl up and fall into stasis lock, not to be awoken again. Then he remembered… and knew that others rely on him to survive out here by the forestry lakeside.

Sullen, he sighs and sifts through the package. He felt relief at the provisions, a burden somewhat lifted from his shoulders. Hunting on his own wasn’t easy when the little ones wanted to explore out of the den. Carefully, he pulls the blankets out and tucks the soft fabrics to his new nesting, where the pups were napping peacefully, cutely piled onto one another.

Predaking knew it was unlike him to want to give up but he did not felt adequate to continue caring for them. He sends a small message, explaining the situation to Overlord, even if it felt risky.

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you alright man- like physically is everyone okay?

“They are unharmed, but frazzled and frightened. The pups do not know the world outside of their containment units, but I’ve been urging them not to explore too far from the nesting.” He curls up against the pile of Predacon pups. “I was not intending to be a guardian to little ones and I feel severely under qualified…”

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The Predacon felt a bit more neutral about Overlord, who appeared to be better company than the ones on the Nemesis: Megatron’s lust for power, Shockwave and Soundwave’s cold demeanor, and Starscream’s tendency to be a backstabbing individual.

“Huh, so that was his name…” He never bothered figuring out who was who. Who or wherever Megatron pointed, Predaking attacked. “Capture Smokescreen? I thought most Decepticons killed their prey, do they not?”

But when Overlord switched the conversation back to him, he starts to stammer and glare. “I am not exhibiting cuteness!” He presses the option to turn off the camera during the call, embarrassed. Predaking didn’t like this emotion that made his faceplate heat up and had his systems seem like a jumbled mess inside.

The way Overlord coaxed it out of him so easily had him at a disadvantage. Enough so that he, PREDAKING, wanted to hide that expression away from this Decepticon that aims to tease him.

“I do not appreciate being a joke.”

“My… such a handsome bot.”

He’s not been called handsome before, especially on the internet, but he’s more than cautious about this Overlord that he’s never heard of. He didn’t think there were other Decepticons who had an online presence. “Who… Who are you and what’s with the compliment..?”

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“Clearly as you can see, I am not, and I certainly wasn’t your hatchling.” He pries her off calmly, now keeping his distance. He did not want to invite any sort of tender moment. “The growth acceleration didn’t allow me to stay as a pup for long. I was born from bones, lived in a test tube for the majority of my growing stage, before awakening to my first orders as an adult Predacon.”

He tries to apply the same logical standing that Shockwave would but it didn’t feel right to be so distant from what he actually wanted.

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After a recent fight with the Autobots, Predaking flies back to the Nemesis warship. He spots it in the horizon and reels his wings outwards to slow down and land.

It was less than graceful, and his frame shudders with a metallic groan when his claws touch ground. It wasn't severe but an accumulation of smaller injuries could surmount to a bigger issue and he can not afford to be limping and vulnerable in front of his allies.

He transforms slowly, his joints and servos aching as he now stands on two pedes. Quietly and keeping watch of any patrolling Vehicons in the long, dimly lit hallways, he slinks towards the medical bay, where he knows Trauma is.

the fembot was busy organising samples and medical equipment humming a pre war song to herself just exhausted

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“No wonder her scent is different…” He raises a ridge in question, frowning. “So you decided to damn her spark with the usage of dark energon? Hmph, I would have rather died than have my corpse be enslaved like that.”

He still doesn’t trust Moonrise, but it did make her more interesting, and potentially dangerous to interact with.

Predaking looks back at Megatron, not entirely pleased. “I threatened her sparkmate. Starscream is hardly an honorable bot, let alone a decent mate. His shrill voice is utterly annoying and his demands always had me seething with anger.”

Moonrise was ordered to take after the predacon that she had no idea could transform yet. "B-but Lord Mega-" she was cut off as the door slides shut in front of her. She gulped and turned around. She was a seeker like Starscream was but she wasn't selfish and mean like he was. Her colors were black and dark purple with silver streaks on her jet wings. On the metal antennas on her head like Shockwave had. She lowered her jet wings as she looked at the predacon. "Okay well....I guess I'm taking care of you right now....please don't hurt me..."

She was quite right to be frightened but Predaking could tell by her demeanor that perhaps she wasn’t going to be a similar issue like Starscream. Seekers, in his experience, aren’t the most trustworthy in his optics.

He cautiously sniffs. The Predacon did sense something different about her presence, separate from the other Decepticons onboard but it’s not necessarily in a positive sense.

Regardless, he does not need some caregiver to order him around and zap him whenever they please.

His large tail sways side to side, spiked and dangerous for if the large Predacon decided to use it. Silently, he dared her to try anything stupid…

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“What good is beauty in the face of war?” He scoffs and storms into Shockwave’s secondary lab, where the Predacon pups were. He set her down roughly, not knowing how to interact with a minicon in a gentle manner.

“I will watch you the entire time and if you dare hurt a single metal plate on their body…” He sounded eerily calm in contrast to the threat he just gave to the cheery medic.

Predaking is rightfully protective of the Predacon pups. They are his only kin, of course.

*A tiny femme minicon walked inside the den with datapads on her servo’s as she waved a bit.* “Hi! I’m Melody, you must be Predaking right? Based on Shockwaves reports Father gave me.” *She said as her optics gazed back onto the datapads*

The only other minicon he’s seen onboard was Lazerbeak so this is new and makes him a bit more cautious about the space he takes up. He’s a much larger mech in comparison so the Predacon keeps his distance, straightening up with the mention of his name.

His voice rumbles deeply. “Yes, I’m him. But I wasn’t aware any of the Decepticons had children.” They didn’t seem like the type to have any when Megatron demanded devotion and no distractions from the war.

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He had a sudden urge to snatch it for himself. Shiny and intricate by design. It would go great with his nesting...

He clears his processor of that train of thought and pretends to inspect it some more just so he could hold onto it for a bit. “Well, Megatron could be onto something…” not that he cared.

He glances off to the side and leans more onto the desk. “Have you ever came across any Predacon artifacts in your line of work before?” His voice seemed a bit softer, tender as he wanted to know more of his people but Decepticon data banks held little but vague tellings and details of what happened to them, and nothing of before the Great Cataclysm.

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The gold and red femme glanced up from her rune translation work and at the large and regal looking being.

She had been pretending to not notice him staring at her the past several days as she did tasks at the desk that Shockwave had assigned her, but found it increasingly difficult to keep up the charade.

“Is there somethin’ I can help you with sir?” She finally inquired.

Predaking wasn’t leering, if that’s what the femme was assuming. A few days ago, Shockwave held a brief conversation with him, explaining to not bother her work, before heading off to his lab. Not surprised by the cold shoulder, he simply decided to watch from afar.

There wasn’t really a way to be subtle with his minor observations without being overbearing when Predaking’s rather tall, towering even Megatron by a few. So when her vocalizer interrupts the silence of the room and awknowleges his presence, he perks up suddenly.

He slinks over to the desk, his optics collecting details of the femme, and her work so far.

“Only in giving information. Who are you? I haven’t seen you around before, and your scent certainly doesn’t seem familiar so what are you doing here for Shockwave?” He leans against the desk, shooting questions that sounded a bit accusatory of her intentions.

He could be genuinely curious and simply doesn’t know how to reel back his tone. Lately, interactions outside of his missions has left him somewhat inexperienced in engaging with other bots properly, unless they were superiors.

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Have you ever heard of Dreadwing? He was SIC for a while before Starscream's re-integration into the Decepticons. He was a a very honourable guy so I think you two would get along if you met

“Dreadwing? Yes… I’ve skimmed his name before when through the Decepticon data banks. If he was as honorable as you claim, I think I would have liked to meet him. You certainly don’t see that quality in Decepticons these days.”

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The corpse of what used to be a Vehicon lays near Predaking's nest. The poor mech seemed to have been mauled, seeping Energon from their wounds. It laid near his nest surrounded by a few shiny rocks like some sort of offering. Like a cat bringing it's owner a dead mouse...

He slinks towards the dead pile of scrap metal and sniffs it cautiously. The Predacon looks around to see who could have left it in his territory but finds nothing off.

He crunches the metal and energon, leaving behind the helm to keep after the meal. Who would know where his nest was located, out in a secluded landscape? He wanted to track down this ‘generous stranger’ because even if he was given a gift, he didn’t appreciate uninvited guests knowing where his home was.

Predaking doesn’t want to leave any chances for a potential threat, and finds it better to know their intentions.

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