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Prowl hadn’t started his functioning as a music lover, but ever since his glyph had appeared on his wrist (a flowing, elaborate musical notation), he’d begun to research and investigate every new musician who’d been requested from Vector Sigma.
Maybe it was a bit obsessive, but he’d been alone for so long; convinced that he didn’t have a soulmate; that finding his mate became the driving force in his life.
He’d gone and seen over twenty concerts to meet the musicians so far. His next foray would take him to Polyhex, where the newest member of the Polyhex Symphony was said to be a prodigy with the vibrolin. But more intriguing than that was the rumor that the mech had come out of Vector Sigma with a mark already on his wrist.
A mark in the shape of a smoky black felida, crouched to pounce. And Prowl’s nickname from his brothers just happened to be “Pantera”.
Prowl had hope that this mech… this Jazz, was the one he’d been looking for.
