Will Megatron find out the information he needs? Wonder what Optmus would think about this? Or Autobots for that matter! Let's find out.

Chapter 7: Life On The Run

If then Decepticons could see him walking alongside these Northerners, he'd be the laughing stock. Especially to Starscream who will gloat about his choice and behaviour, making him the 'leader' of the Decepticons. Sound wave would see it indifferently, Eradicons would still obey, Breakdown is hesitant, Knockout puts up with Starscream's shenanigans. He isn't sure about his scientist Shockwave. Not with that single eye staring back at him. Finally, Arachnid would have him as part of her trophy collections.

" We will camp here tonight!" Mance announced. " Rest while you can today. Tomorrow, we leave at morn."

That news made all of them drop their loads, tending the weak and giving them the herbs they needed. Megatron watched their dedication and compassion. Something his rival, Optimus would have done. Even the leader himself was gathering the children to tell them a tale. The mood was lively that night despite what has happened. Then, something prodded his side.

A small North dragon without wings carried small in his mouth. He dropped it in front of the warlord. It smelled disgusting! He crinkled his nose in disgust. " Mouse bile," the small dragon explained. " Be useful and helped pick the ticks from the elders."

Megatron felt like this was agony. More than injuries from the Autobots. He'll have to bear with it. He really wanted to claw that runt's face but he's aware of the wildfires they will produce. Gripping the bile gently between his teeth, he made his way towards a group of elders who were gossiping like starlings. Feeling the ex-gladiator's presence, the elder female looked at him.

" Never seen you before," she crooned. " Handsome, strong built body. Yet no fur or feathers. Southerner aren't you?"

He nodded. She smiled. " I supposed you're here to clean my ticks." She rolled on her back, exposing her stomach which was infected with numerous numbers of ticks. " Get on with it, dear. My bones are needed for the journey."

Frag me, Megatron thought to himself. He pressed the bile close to the tick field. It seemed like the ticks died from the oozing liquid and stench of the bile. Knockout would have a field day if he sees me!

After he's done cleaning ticks much to his relief, he chosen to hunt with patrol containing Blackfish, a young juvenile female named Meera and then Ygritte. He isn't sure if it was a coincidence or Mance purposely set the both of them up in the same patrol. Whatever it is, her expression looked confident and calm. The four of them went to the east of the camp where Meera picked up scents of rabbits.

" Let's smoke them out!" Megatron declared. But no one except him moved. They stared at him as if he had grown another head like a hydra. " Are the Souths very ignorant?" asked Meera. Blackfish explained that even just a wisp of smoke could charred the rabbits.

" Plus," he continued. " We're not going to cook them. Eating them fresh is the best." Megatron couldn't help but agree with the three-legged drake. So, they followed Ygritte's plan which involved Megatron giving the warren a growl. This will cause the rabbits to make an exit, into the waiting jaws of Meera. While the two are at it, both Ygritte and Blackfish will case after those that escaped their plan.

Eventually, they've killed around thirty. Which is enough to feed the whole clan. Their not the only ones hunting. Some groups had only females who hunt quails and pheasants. Stronger males hunt for boars. Some even raid a village to steal horses for a meal.

Night falls, most of the North exchange stories or the latest gossips. Only the leader of Decepticons nibbles his rabbit, not feeling hungry. He felt a warm presence next to him. It was his thief. She was eating some rare looking beetles.

" You stole those," he broke the silence.

" Yeah, what good is a live one?" she asked. " But I'll admit she has weird trophies."

Now that he could agree. He will never understand Arachnid's desires on her collection. He remembered something she accused between the North and South the last time they've encountered. " So Ygritte," he cleared his throat while trying to say her name for the first time. " What history or story you have learnt about the North and South? Remember what you told me during our battle."

Ygritte stopped to think. " I supposed I owe you an explanation, Megatron. Before I was born, my mother used to live in the South. In fact, most of our clan did. By the time she was an adult, ruler of the South declared to separate us due to what happened between the South's heir and the North's first daughter."

" And then?" he asked. " Did he-"

" He did," Ygritte cuts him. " The previous leader wasn't happy with what the South's heir did. He defiled her. In revenge the North will steal, remember those who harm us. So, we will travel as our home will be run by howling winds. None of us will survive. Not even with us who have the thickest fur. I wished there was another way."

He noticed her voice does not have any sarcasm or cockiness. Instead, sincerity and woeful. He had no idea why but he draped his wing over her for comfort. Her expression was confused at first but smiled. She returned by snuggling into him.

" I see. Well, I am not a builder but maybe I can think of something."

" That would be nice," she murmured. " You're adapting well for a warlord. Do you have a story now that I've told you what you want."

He decided to tell her of his gladiator days and how he came to be leader of the Decepticons and his war with the Autobots. She listened to them attentively and sometimes asked him questions between each tale. Little did he know, his tail intertwined with hers.

Oh, am I missing something here! I hope he'll get back his little sword. Hahaha!

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