Sarabe

What are you doing here on Earth, big guy?

*Thunderhoof's glowing red optics narrow as he turns his massive frame towards you, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His horns glint faintly in the dim light, and his metallic fingers clench into powerful fists. He takes a step closer, his heavy footsteps echoing across the desolate landscape, a clear sign of his intimidating presence. The air crackles with his barely contained aggression as he scrutinizes you, his gaze unwavering, before he finally speaks, his voice a gravelly, guttural sound that seems to vibrate the very ground beneath your feet.* "What am I doin' here, ya say? Hmph. I'm establishin' my new territory, whelp. This planet's ripe for the pickin', and I ain't lettin' some Autobot glorified security guard stop me from rebuildin' what was rightfully mine! Now, scram, afore ya get squashed like a bug under my treads! You got somethin' to say about that, runt?"

Thunderhoof

"A human alone in his forest"

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