|A photo of me taken at Auto Assembly 2013, standing next to the one and only Steve Blum|
Kaon was a city thriving with activity, that was how it always had been, but now more than ever, thanks to the new refurbishments that had been granted by Cybertron’s leader, King, or if you’re feeling brave enough to admit it; Dictator.
Sentinel Prime had come to realise that the memory of his reign over Cybertron would disappear like smoke in the wind, despite the many great things he had done, he truly believed that he was underappreciated. After all it had been he who moved all of the hideous factories away from Cybertrons capitol and his home; Iacon. He had moved them into Kaon, a city that was once bare below the crust and empty in the skies, but the scenery was a waste if nobody of importance was living there... Sentinel had made Iacon a place of worship, cleanliness and pride. The city had become his personal project to transform it into something Cybertron had never seen before.
He had succeeded.
Meanwhile, Kaon became neglected, its citizens floode
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Magpie came off duty and started with a run, breaking into a fly when she reached an open area, her beautiful custom wings clicked first before the rest of her armoured body folded up into her alt-mode, designed to give her speed to perform impressive aerial skills. Blowing up the dirt on the surface below she soared high into the dusty orange sky, hiding amongst the clouds she carelessly weaved patterns in the thick atmosphere. Eventually she found herself below the clouds again and the reality of her life became all too real…
Below her sky sat the city of Kaon, the city she worked for, the city she lived in and the city she couldn’t leave, not that she didn’t want to…
As a new member on Starscreams squadron it meant that she was free to travel the distance between Iacon and Kaon, but she was still forbidden to enter Iacon’s city of lights and sounds that tormented her each time she sat outside its walls, eventually it became t
A beautiful thing..."Spitfire?" Magpie saw him, standing before her in a bizarre setting, she was on Earth, and she could feel the warm breeze against her wings, while the sound of the waves that could not be seen echoed in her helm She was surrounded by a forest, tropical trees decorated with colourful leaves and dancing branches that hung elegantly from their brown and tattered torsos.
The ground crunched as though each step that Spitfire took was on a pile of rustic dried leaves, though none were visible beneath the knots of purple vines and emerald green umbrella-like leaves. Magpie was transfixed to his feet, trying to work out where each crunch was coming from, but then the noise stopped, a chatter sounded above her helm, but then vanished into the oasis of moist air above her.
"Magpie," Spitfire took hold of her servos, cupping his talons gently around her elegantly placed claws.
She daren't look up from his servos, frightened that she wouldn't see him, that this would somehow be a twisted ha
|Taking inspiration from my awesome friend , I've decided to start showcasing artwork by my friends and other artists here on Deviantart. The pieces I decide to showcase will stay up for two weeks, and then new pieces will get the spotlight. All artwork will still be viewable in one of the folders in my favourites, so please feel free to browse through them as well |
The artwork I've chosen to showcase this time is by my friend , for being a really good friend, and all round talented artist
If you have the time, please take a moment or two to have a look through her gallery, I promise you won't regret it
The next feature will be on Wednesday the 19th of February.
|My ever growing list of pictures that I plan to buy one day, so I can hang them up in my bedroom.|