Like any good Predacon, Ice Queen did love a good fight, but now after the fact?

Time for a really good groomy section, and finding a proper sandy area to help with areas on her beast mode that was harder to reach. Scrubbing clean and polishing all in one! It was super cute to see her hatchlings, the few with her, trying to mimic her actions. 

She was not quiet sure what planet this was, but it was nice, and her crew were...somewhere around. likely looking for food, or in some cases a fight, even with willing crew mates. But! There were all out of the way of most trade routes.

The big predacon lifted a wing to start working on grooming that to get old energon off, her own and not so much. Not bothered at first at hearing someone moving befre catching the scent of someone new.

“...?“

Well, now she's awake.

The Predacon grumbles and debates getting out of her best of a berth. She settles for slithering out and streaching-

Ice Queen pauses and blinks as a me h falls out too.

Wait.

Wut?

Who was sneak in g a cuddle?

“So, if a Predacon wanted to start recurring some more mechs, like modern mechs into the crew... how might you suggest this Captain go about it?” Ice Queen humms aloud to herself as she walks. Not really talking to anyone as her tail sways in time with her steps, wings tucked onto her back like a dramatic, if ruffled cap. She’s in bot mode and tapping her chin, no battle mask in place right now, as the Predacon strides turn her around the seemingly empty place to go a new direction.

“Could I get some medics I wonder...?“

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.

There was always something about new worlds, a thrill and excitement that organic worlds had. It made her beast mode side want to trill as she walked across ground that likely no other of her kind had. Feeling earth between her talons and the scents in the air.

Crisp, clean, not tainted by burning metals or  the ignited blood of her kind.

Time to escape from the laws of her superposed home world, but not her real home.....though it was nice to get away from hatchlings and the (possibly) grown hatchlings of her colony. Most should not easily make it this far and would stay near there temporary home territory.

The massive dragonic being sank down, stretching her forelegs out through the ground under her. digging past small rocks and dirt, her wings held loosely before standing to stretch her hind legs one at a time and then started walking again. Muzzle tilted upwards to see if there was anything interesting-

She paused, the predacon looked down and around, scanning with her good optic for who she had smelled.

Danger loaf (open rp)

There is a Predacon loafed in the middle of the road on Earth. Thankfully its an out of the way road, in the back country so to say. It is still a gaint Predacon that was there blocking the lanes in front of a (possibly now) abandoned gass station, party facing the building.

She was content not to move while watching several of her hatchlings running around in sight under the over hang. Just two of them with her, the biggest the size of a horse, bronze and tan, as well as dragonic like too. The other one was almost as big, and a feline type, in softer cololrs of browns with black stripes forming on her back.

Anyone who was brave, or stupid enough to approach would have to be careful. It was bad enough the Predacon Queen was just blatantly in the open, but she had hatchlings bouncing around in the open so would be hyper aware if possible threats. Be it from humams or mecha, and the beast former world be more likely to respond to threats by way of fangs or fire to that threat.

Anyone approaching might neeed to be careful, but it was possible to do so. The hatchlings were playing with anything loose, and their creator was in a good mood watching, even when her tail was attacked.

The big predacon was stretching as she prowled, tail lashing almost soundless as she stalked the mech ahead. Large fangs flashed in a sort of smile, wings held in close and claws held careful to keep the sound down. 

The scents she was following, she thought she knew it, from an old-old memory. Something when she was young, and wanted to see who those mech was. 

Very Obvious (open)

It was snow, it was nice, it was fuuun... dont mind the giant metallic dragon as she rolls and scoots in the thick layer of fresh powder.

There's just something about getting a cleaning from snow that's marvelous. Maybe it's the texture stimulation, that satisfaction of a crunch as you kept moving to new snow. The predacon streached out her forelegs in front of her, hind legs dragging like they forgot how to work. Her tail not that much better.

But it was nice, so nice that the big predacon queen had her guard down for a bit. Forgetting that she once disturbed another like this.

hunt?

::Behold the mighty predacon is on the hunt, looking for a mate. watch as she stalks...not quiet really anything at the moment but soon she might catch the scent of someone.:: 

Ice Queen lifted her head, looking around puzzled. That seemed like Dreaded Wings Comms but she could not tap into it. What in the world was he going on about? She paused in her lope, having bee stretching her legs.

::After being rejected by her former two mates- they being more inclined to smash each other then the queen of their colony. she is searching far and wide for a new, suitable mate. Or just someone that has a size kink.::

....was Nickel getting Dreaded wings to talk about something? He normally never talked this long in one setting outside of being connected to someone.

She looked around puzzled, how far was that comm. going out? She gave her wings a half motion of a flap to stretch them before folding them, looking back and wondering if she should go back to the ship.

::Never mind that the predacon is likely larger then most mechs, some might like that. As well as she can provide plenty of energon and and needed reassuring cuddles in either form, she is an prime candidate for any roaming mech- or femme?- that might be interested!::

Somehow, the predacon had a bit of a bad feeling, and thought it might be wiser to keep walking away from her ship and crew for a little while more. They were all basically bonkers right now anyways.

::The question remains...will the mighty predacon find a mate, or will a roving mecha find her first? who will get the drop on who? Who might be pounced first? Find out next time on, the Hunting Of The Predacon!::

It was one of those rare, completely wanted and utterly graceless moments of the Predacon's life. She was more flopped over then anything, sprawled on her back and wedged into the sand to stay balanced. Even though Ice Queen was not that fond if heat and tropical she had no real issues with basking, feeling like she ate a car (..well she had...) and just...

The metallic dragon rumbled as she lounged like a dead gecko. Her form seemed a bit larger then normal, at least 'fatter' if possable somehow. Honestly Ice Queen was sure she had at least some hatchlings again.

She needed to eat more ore, and refined metals.... Ice Queen opened one optic as the was another craving for copper. Primus frag it now she also wanted to cuddle something too...but getting up seemed so hard. One hide leg stretched out the other half in the air, the gripping toes splayed, claws exposed like a deadly bean of doom. Her fore legs were half curled and her wings limp on the ground. Really it was comfortable.

Cold is nice [open]

At least to cold inclined predacons. 

Dreaded Wings was settled half in the sea water, partly on land by way of an upper cargo bay’s ramp. The attack ship seemed happy with the cold salt water as much as the crew was paying in the snow. 

Hatchlings were aloud to romp around the extended ramp and only under the watch of the colony, shooed inside to warm up and drink energon before being let loose to play again.

One predacon moved a little farther, pushing her beast mode head into the snow backs and rubbing around for a good snow bath....and to numb her fangs honestly.

Cybertronian at Spark

She shook her head, squinting around at the metallic landscape where she had loped off to stretch her legs. Not going for a flight just yet, those in the port were nervous as it was. Ice Queen shook her head, flashing her fangs at the landscape.

 She hated being on Cybertronian.

 Ice Queen hated it.

 She had been happy to leave it behind back in her home dimension, happy to avoid the Cybertornian home world as much as possible. Yet they had to stop here, had to get things for Dreaded Wings, some supplies of needed additives for the hatchlings.

 The predacon shook her head, and the motion turned into a full body shake. She lifted her head high, staring at the horizon where there was history for her, though Ice Queen was sure it had not happened in this world. She may not have and alternate there. It was one of the few times that she was not focused on her blind side, the right optic had a Decepticon like brand burned into the side of the face.

Fog

The fog was thick, that kind of fog that reminded people of horror movies and silent Hill games. It did not help there was an eerie silence as well, like all the animals in the rocky landscape had collectively decided to flee. Those that could not huddled in the sparse trees or in hidden dens, both the predators and prey. It was creepy to find several birds hunkered down on a low branch, fluffed to keep warm and watching the new comer. They were not startling the birds off, something else in the fog kept them quiet.

There was a sudden sound, something that was startling sharp, like metal dragging against stone. As that sound slowed, there was a deep rumble that was half way to thunder…above. Somewhere on the closer hills two red lights flashed bright, hazy from the fog but just enough to see one red light was brighter than the other, and then the lights dimmed away again, as if going behind the odd rock formations.

Unknown to the new comer, the metallic being watch, debating on if that would be enough to scare them off. So very few came around here.