[BOT - A OR D]
The Predacon was a sight to see. In any lighting, the fantastic beast would be the center of attention to anyone near. But in front of the full moon, hidden in the darkness but tinted in blue, the creature owned the attention. The huge, yet ever thin metal wings so sharp it could slice a helm off as quick as you could say 'duck!'. Plating up the sides in rugged scale like patterns, the unique energon glowing underneath a haunting yellow. It shined up his body, illuminating the sharp edges and turned your attention. He had tall horns protruding from his helm, angling upwards in an intimidating way. The claws latched onto the rocks he perched upon, crumbling under the sheer weight of him. But with him in all his glory, the one thing that stood out, that shook your entire body in a blinding frequency, and turned your spark ice cold. His call. The roar of a true master, eyeing down the field in front of him in distaste. Because nothing could ever be as elegant or powerful in battle as the beauty of the Predacon.
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