Many vorns ago on Cybertron, before the war had destroyed the planet, there were tales of a ghoulish femme that prowled the night. looming in the darkness... waiting to suck the life from the sparks of younglings who wander to far into the dark of the night after curfew. She was once only thought to be a scary story to tell younglings to keep them safe in there housing units at night, a mere urban legend.

Black as coal with optics white as snow. Sleek, claws tiped her digits, small pointed horns adorned her helm. She walked digitgrade, her legs strong like a lion with sharp clawed feet so she could sping out to catch her unwitting prey without so much as giving them time to cry out for help. One version of the legend has a much less gruesome ending, where she would take the younglings away in want for her own sparkling that she can never have.

They assumed she was but a fable.

No one knew she was real.