A/N: KayDeeBlu and I have decided to take on the '28 Prompt Challenge' with our favorite Seekers. We've both found that the short prompts do wonders for coaxing our muses back to the keyboard.
Angsty
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He glided effortlessly on the warm breeze to the edge of the rocky outcropping, servos and gears shifting as flawless as quicksilver to reveal the magnificent alien in his true form. He flexed his ebony wings to their full extent, the radiant glow from dying orange-red sunset limning them as if they were on fire. Violet arms crossed over the glass of his golden cockpit. Joints tight with pent up fury, unable to find a physical release in battle with either foe or friend. He knew - deep down in his spark he knew - he would not find peace until his wings kissed the crystal atmosphere of Cybertron. Ruby optics narrowed under a furrowed brow, glowering hatefully at the dimming yellow star that lit this horrible, organic infested planet. He cursed silently at the sun, the planet, the stellar system... at why he was stuck here fighting Autobots...
The scowl on his face was etched harshly in the shadows left by the fading light as he turned away from the yellow star to glare at the rocks spread around him. His Vulcan cannon spun to life and the rapid barrage of shots sent a shower of pulverized dirt and pebbles into the air. He violently kicked another rock off the ledge and into the valley below him, taking little pleasure at the sounds of random destruction it made. He closed his intakes to keep the filth from entering his systems. This planet was disgusting enough and he did not want to corrupt his filters with more of the ever-present dirt... no matter how much the choking dust glittered in the light.
Primus, he hated this planet.
The other Decepticons would tread lightly around him when he got back to base; no one ever asked what he had been doing - they always mistook his absence for mischief in the making. Maybe Thundercracker would notice his black mood and try to find out what had ticked him off this time. Not like he would tell him. No, he would flash that vicious grin and lie about a prank in the making, or a prank that failed, or both.
Maybe he would open up to him... if he brought high-grade. Thundercracker, and maybe Starscream, might understand why he felt like he did. His intense hatred for Earth, the Autobots, and the war...
... And why he desperately wanted to go home.