BlueProwl

Glimpses Of A Time Long Gone - pt 2 3. Comfort A/N: Bluestreak's age in human years: 3 years old.    Speedway hummed softly a tune as she opened the lid of the huge cauldron and looked at the contents inside. The melted iron seemed to be at the right temperature, but she had to be sure. After getting out from her arm a small gauge, she placed the tip of the gadget on the liquid metal and waited patiently for the reading to appear on the screen.    She smiled when she saw that her guess was right. Now it was time to go through with step two, so she pulled a lever in order to tip the cauldron at the right angle and pour the liquid iron in

Glimpses Of A Time Long Gone Pt 1 2. Wings A/N: Prowl's age in human years: 2 years old    Prowl was playing with his mother when he heard it. Turning up his audio receptors, he got so focused on the strange noise that the small ball Swiftstrike tossed to him bounced by without him noticing.    “What’s the matter, Prowl?” Swiftstrike asked, surprised to see her sparkling so alert. “What is it?”    Prowl didn’t answer. He simply pushed himself to his feet and hurried to the window.    He felt his optics widening when he realised that that noise was coming from the sky. He looked up and – how strange

Angel wings whisper above her head As silk might brush against the skin She tries to catch the murmured words But they slip off feathers to melt in sin She turns, hair whipping across her face Hand outstretched, desperate for light But the sun sets before she can touch The star-strewn smiles of heaven's night Her stricken heart sinks in bloodied soil Siphoning her soul into a single word Not knowing a heart is not composed Of poems any mortal has written or heard Life's so much more than the loveliest rhyme She's so much more than what any could write And I pray when she looks in the mirror tonight She'll realize there's angel