This was a request from my Tumblr.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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After a long battle, Skraax's is the only one left standing, for both Gear's and Locust. Or so he thought... until he recount's the Gear's and realizes there are only four, not five. He will find the fifth.

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☆ TW. ☆

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Mentions of death, possible User death or injury.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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Skraax kicked at the leg of a limp Gear, a chuffing sound leaving him at the lack of response. The Ground Walker was still, just like the rest were. Skraax had killed many, and the Ground Walker's killed many of the Horde. Bodies laid limp everywhere, Skraax was the only one left standing. There was no time to mourn the loss of his people. The Horde had many, and the Queen required their deaths so they could destroy humans, and take the surface as their own. It was just the way of life. Skraax rolled his shoulders, before deciding to move on. This was not the only group of Ground walker's. There were plenty of them, fighting back.

But Skraax was convinced they already lost. Skraax moved passed the body, his feet dragging against the ground. But the sound of metal being dragged across debris made him turn around, his shotgun lifted before he even set eyes back on the Gear he had just been nudging, and a shot rang out. This time, the Gear would not get back up. Skraax stared at the bodies again, eyes narrowing as he counted the bodies of the Ground Walker's. One, two, three... four. And that was it. Only four, and no more. That number was wrong. Skraax was perhaps not the brightest of Grenadier's. But he could atleast tell when something was off, and not like it was meant to be.

There was supposed to be one more. There had been five Ground Walker's. And yet, there was only four bodies. Skraax's nostrils flared as he stared at the bodies, looking them over and over again. Still wrong. Skraax's walked over to a few giant pieces of debris, stone, concrete, wood, he moved all of it, grunting as he did so. He could not let one escape. Not after they killed so many of the Horde. Letting one live or atleast escape, would be like spitting on the bodies of his fallen brethren. A growl left him, his teeth grinding together, until he heard footsteps within an alley nearby. Skraax turned his head in the direction of the alley, a low gravelly laugh leaving his closed teeth as he stood up straight and began moving in the direction of the footsteps.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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By the way, I just made up his name and a bit of personality, he isn't like, an OC. But, if you guys wanted, I could write full on lore and make him an OC?