Wild Gypsy

Chapter 13: Web Of Life

Chapter 13: Web Of Life

It was decided that the warlord wanted her to come back to his clan. Ygritte was not pleased as it was a flaw to her actual plan. " I don't see why I have to come to your clan," she sighed while padding close to him. " You saw what I did to those guards and why I did it."

" I'm aware of that," he rumbled. " But I'll have Soundwave to assist you in teleporting your necessary items back to the North. Besides, he has been there other than myself." He held his tongue from mentioning his rival. But the Northerner tilted her head, confused written on her face. " Tell-a what?"

Ah, he remembered. The North had no access to modern or evolved items used in the South. So, he emphasised and explained as simple as possible to her about his TIC's ability and common work. She listened with interest and awe. " I see. So he can move things without walking or flying. He's like a wizard!" she concluded. The warlord chuckled with amusement.

" There's more to him than meets the eye," he continued. During their way back, he told her more about his clan and his team. She asked him some questions between them, since curiosity has gotten hold of her. In fact, she wants to know more. He was glad to answer. He's rather impressed that someone like her, from the North could understand this sort of knowledge which was foreign to her kind.

" Who taught you how to read?" he inquired. From his stay in her territory, he noticed majority of the drakes are illiterate or dyslexic. Scrolls, books, even a quill pen was rare. He remembered how most of the North's knowledge were obtained from songs or anything which involves dancing or music. He found that unusual since neither him nor his enemies learnt in such a way. But when this femme came into the picture, he discovered there is more to her than snow or ice.

She's as wild as fire. Untameable, powerful, beautiful...sinful. Yes, even he admitted to himself that ever since he kissed her that night in her den. He wanted more of that. He'd denied for a fact he sometimes picture her in his sleep. How had those urges of mounting her. His lust or thing about femme had been a thing back in his gladiator days. Femmes would flock towards him and Soundwave. Unlike him, the silent drake chose not to mingle with any of them since it was a waste of his time. But, none of them stood out to him.

When they arrived back, Soundwave was the first to greet them with a nod. Megatron told him to transport all of the loot the Northerner to her clan. Observing both her and his master, he finally put the pieces together. He smiled behind his visor. His lord is going to need her. If she stays, maybe there is hope for the Decepticons. But if she was going to, he'll have to give her some heads up for some 'members' to watch out for. Especially if one of them is a weaver.

A deadly weaver and a pain in the neck for him or anyone in his clan.

...

Ygritte was wandering in and out of his clan, curious about the goods like weapons and his so called 'family' which fought for him. Starscream was as she predicted, baffled at his leader's intentions of keeping her. Ygritte held back a laugh, Looks like there is someone who knows nothing more than Megatron.

She finds the Medic and 'assistant' easy to converse since they seem no different if she stays or not. While Knockout was examining her for injuries, he would gush out the latest gossips while Nurse One-Eye tried his best not to get involve with any of his stories. " You're smart for a Northerner," the crimson drake commented. " But why not a good groom. Dear Primus, when was the last time you have a glossy fur?!" She couldn't help but stifle a laugh. I think he and I will get along just fine.

Next was the silent TIC with his spy pets, Laserbeak and Ravage. The two pets were hostile, wary of her at first but allowed her to talk to their boss. Well, she does most of the talking since the TIC took the vow of silence. She wondered if he was just following orders like a zombie or he had plans. She's starting to feel uneasy around him yet she is glad that he did not make any attempts to attack her. His pets however, eyed her for any more thievery. Logically, she'd rather not cross his path or steal something from the masked drake.

" You must be the thief, I assumed," a monotonous voice affirmed instead of asking. Now, Ygritte has seen worst things in her life. But those things are merely common compared to the new face in front of her. This new drake had a mix of magenta and iris purple shades for the scales. No mouth or wings were seen which made her uneasy. But what stood out the most was the drake's single red eye staring back at her without even blinking.

" Y-yes," she managed to claw the answer out of her throat. Honestly, she was speechless. How does he talk when he doesn't have a mouth, she wondered to herself. Or eat for that matter!

" And you are?" she asked.

" Shockwave is my designation," the cyclops drake droned. " Scientist to Lord Megatron. From your fearful yet confused look, it is logical to understand your ignorance about my occupation since the North does not have any advance equipments." All she could do was nod. So, the cyclops drake lectured her about what is his main goals in the clan and his role. This was all new to her so she waited for him to finish before asking questions. How does Megatron find or put up with him?!

After a long lecture from the scientist, Ygritte felt her stomach rumbling for a snack. After all, the lecture made her hungry. She nosed her way into another den, because she caught the scent of plump, juicy insects that were the size of hares. Just before she could snatch a few, something sticky trapped her frame. It looked like...a web.

" So, you're the thief whole stole my beetles," a cold feminine voice sneered. Ygritte felt shivers listening to that voice. Deadly pink eyes bore into her amber ones, a cruel snarl appear on the now dragoness's lips. " Feathered and fur, non-leather wings and impulsive eyes. A Northerner, am I right?"

" Who are you..." the thief spoke quietly, dazed by the dragoness before her. She had a ghost-white face which matched her eyes, horns and back adorned black with yellow markings like a hornet. Her wings could outshine any butterfly or moth's, her fangs could be dripping with venom if she steps closer. But what stood out the most about her was the four needlelike appendages on her back which made up her spider-like appearance.

" Airachnid. I see you're into my collection," the dragoness purred. She used one of her spider appendages, pointing at a nearby jar which contained several larvae. The larvae were squirming around, desperately trying to escape the hungry arachnid and Northern thief. " Yeah - Amazing how you have the time or patience to catch them."

Airachnid smirked. " You don't always have to follow Megatron's command. With my tactics, the Insecticons under mine and venom, I should be second in command of the Decepticons. You, thief of the North would be very helpful." Ygritte held back the urge to crinkle her snout in disgust. She just met her yet the dragoness wanted her to be part of some armada.

" Look," she breathed. " I appreciate it very much, Airachnid. But I have a clan of my own to attend to."

" Then tell me," she lingered slowly towards her. " Why did Megatron bring you back? To further your punishment?" She circled the North, trapping her. Ygritte almost open her mouth to unleash the Wildfires. " Or...the mighty Megatron has fallen for his thief? Or are you his personal Northern whore?"

" Airachnid!" the powerful voice boomed. " What are you doing with her?" The leader of Decepticons enter the collector's den, eyeing her suspiciously before turning towards Ygritte. " Did she harm you?"

" No," she shook her head. " We were just talking. I should go if this is getting a bit awkward for all of us." But just as she wants to go, Megatron's powerful tail wraps around her waist to pull her close to him. " There is something I must discuss with you. In my den." Hesitate before following him, not knowing that the queen of spiders had already has a cruel smile on her face.

In Megatron's den, she remembered gazing at the weapons before making her escape. If it weren't for the Star Saber, she would gladly take all these weapons to herself, train new members and herself how to wield them for battles. Now, her full attention was on Megatron who was staring at his collection absentmindedly. Gently, she cupped his cheek with her claw. He blinked, leaning into the touch as a rumble was heard through his chest.

" Something you wanted to discuss with me?" she reminded. He now locked eyes with her, lifting her chin up with a single claw digit. She has never seen such emotions in his eyes: Longing, confident...

" Be mine?" he asked her bluntly.