Sparrow is mine, she is a Transformer, a predacon to be precise.
The background is not, I didn't have time to make my own. D:
Inspired by this section of a writing piece I did some time ago:
Sparrow kept going in the direction she had started after leaving Skate by the frozen water, wandering silently through the trees and sometimes patches of rocky, frozen ground; keeping to the hardest and darkest ground so that her black frame didn’t conflict with the snow and result in her being spotted. The femme was deep in thought, thinking about what she could and shouldn’t have done; it seemed a waste to have chased the mech so far and not follow through with her original plan because now it was most likely she had terrified him, as well as causing a great deal of stress...
~I hope you feel guilty.~
The Predacon visibly sighed, exhaling a cloud of hot air into the chilly northern atmosphere, her bio-lights since dimmed and dragon fire diffused to the point where only her chassis was heated by the liquidised flames. It seemed Farthing was still mad at her, which was understandable given how unwilling he was for this to even take place.
~Too right I am, you should never have jumped out at him like that.~
~If I didn’t the animals would still have known I was there and the risk of him alerting the Autobots was too high-~
~So, if he was such a threat, you let him go.. why?~
To this she growled, fluffing up a little in irritation, ~Stop questioning me… I’ve covered enough distance for it not to be a problem, it’ll be hours before they are able to track me and figure out which way I.. went.. oh scrap.~
The femme paused, taking a single step back and scanning the dark land and the brightening horizon; she didn’t recognise this place and with no stars visible in the sky she knew not which was to fly without going in the wrong direction. Trees, rocks and outcrops, nothing was familiar and the femme groaned aloud, the vehicon had led her astray… and now she was lost.
Fear came from the other side of the bond and the femme shifted nervously, glancing around in each direction, scanning the land for anything that screamed familiarity. But nothing did. ~Don’t panic, all I have to do is travel far enough to be out of the detection fields… there’s only a 68% chance of failure.~ what with the ocean covering the majority of the radius and mountains the rest.. as well as the Autobot encampment and the village of course…
