Dreadwing

Dreadwing was a lot of things: Air Comander, new Second in Command of the Decepticon, incomparable warrior and a sire. Back in the days, before the war on Cybertron which expanded beyond the cyber planet's constellations, Dreadwing met a bot he would go through a Conjunx ritual. He finally found someone who he truly loved, and they expanded their bond by creating a little sparkling: Windstorm. They were Dreadwing's pride, joy, sunshine... but all good things come to an end. War between Autobots and Decepticons hit like a tidal wave, offlining Dreadwing's conjunx and Windstorm's carrier by unfortunate crossfire between the two fractions. Enraged, the Air Commander and his twin, Skyquake, offered their loyalty to Megatron, seeking to avenge his beloved and raising his sparkling Then, Skyquake was wiped out and turned into a zombie by Starscream by his time on the Earth. Entire world seemed to be collapsing in front of his crimson optics. All glory, pride, love, things he had sworn to protect. Gone. He begged Primus himself to give him a break, to give him strength to continue living. He lost his brother and conjunx, he doesn't want to lose his beloved sparkling too. By the end of the cycle, Windstorm returned from a sparring match to their sire's shared quarters which was comfortably big for the two 'cons. They were tired, but their sire's sort of stressed manners made them concerned. "Quiet!" Dreadwing shouted, making Windstorm close their intake. He was fuming, he never raised his volume at them, let alone angry at them. "You are nothing compared to me or Skyquake! You can't even fight to defend yourself!" "S-sire-" Windstorm muttered quietly. "You're the exact same like your carrier," he cut them off, pointing his talon. "If it weren't for you, she would still be alive! Skyquake would be alive! Nothing of this would happen! Pathetic sparklet, look at yourself, I can't stand to look at you anymore." Dreadwing sniffed in coldly, his look disapproving.