@mirage-of-the-crystal-towers has found the big predacon!
get bleped starnger.
@mirage-of-the-crystal-towers has found the big predacon!
get bleped starnger.
When groomies are aggressive. Not that she's a whole lot better with some mechs ..
😔 What are some of their worries/insecurities about being a parent? How do they deal with this?; 🧹 How do they handle chores? Do they assign a specifics to certain children? Is there a rotation, and org chart, or do they just tell them when it’s needed?
😔 What are some of their worries/insecurities about being a parent? How do they deal with this?
There’s a lot of worries that Icy has over making sure her hatchlings/sparklings stay safe. Does not matter if its one of her own broods or an adopted sparkling.
Her first two clutches? They were taken away as soon as Icy would not have a rage response with them out of her sight, and she’s HAD predacon sparklings kidnapped here and there through time and dementions.
She’s had adoptive modern mecha sparklings taken or when she was younger, pressured hard to give them up to ‘better caretakers then a predacon.’ It may, looking back, be understandable why they did, but it still hurt.
So Icy keeps her broods on Dreaded Wings now. There’s plenty of room on the massive living ship for the young, between safe internal cargo holds that Icy and some of her insecticon workers turned in...well a giant park. Everything is safe for hatchlings, even sparklings to chew on, plenty of room and energon. She’ll only take one or two out and about if the full crew isn’t around to help watch like hawks for strangers.
🧹 How do they handle chores? Do they assign a specifics to certain children? Is there a rotation, and org chart, or do they just tell them when it’s needed?
For the most part there is no chores, once predacon hatchligs hit a teenage stage they can move about almost any where on Dreaded Wings. The first real ‘chores’ is hunting play, finding and chopping on pests on the ship. Other then helping to just keep Dreaded Wings cleaned... not much.
Icy just lets them be kids basically, with manors, if some show an interest in tasks the adults do they are more then welcomed to help and learn, but mostly its just learning how to transform, talk other then in predacon/insecticon.
Once they’re old enough to learn how to be scouts is where the work/chores would come in on planet side. Tracking resources, looking for other mecha and any Weird Stuff.
No one:
Anna: <_<
Anna: >_>
……
Anna: *yelling* FRAGGING SLAGGER!
Will: *distantly* fucking damn it Ironhide!
Ice Queen stares at the small thing [person] in front of her. Slowly, ever so carefully she puts her left forepaw over them.
Talons closed and digging into the ground before sliding the small one out to the full extension of the predacon's foreleg. Scared or angery she was not sure what they were befire moving, having just woken up from dosing. Ice Queen lifted her paw and tucked up the limb back into her dragonic loaf.
Realizing she may not get to nap again, Ice Queen stared at the tiny stranger with her good optic. All the while not speaking but the actions not unlike a human going 'ew' at a beetle but unwilling to kill, just put them away from her.
The big predacon is just going to roll over and squint in the daylight before finishing rolling. She stretches out a wing to prop it on a tree, loosely holding onto a branch with the frasping claws.
Haha, shade!
Appropriately shielded from the light and being completely lazy Icy is just going to sprawl here. Maybe be a couch for anyone that comes by for a visit...just scritch the horns please.
'Dragon'
Kickback huffed, smoke puffing from his nostrils when his rider gave him a poke in the side. He grumbled unhappily and covered his face with his large, black wings. He was tired and wanted to sleep, thank you very much.
“Pffft,“ Icy did not move much while being picked up, knowing better. She staggered once on her feet and leaned on the big muzzle for balance. The woman yawned and reached up, rubbing what she could reach of the snout in question. Bopping it with a closed fist, not that it would hurt a dragon. “Sun basking it is.“