He sat upon the tree, charred and blackened from events that took place years ago. It was the only within an ashen field; dark, dreary, dead. It was at the base of this lone monument of ages past, sat Morvik. His black hair draped over his closed eyes, his head pointed downward, his body slumped forward. His black coat clung to his body, his clothes covered and crusted in the dust of his barren environment.

Images of a past, darker then a night sky, were strewn across his mind, images of a life long ago, a life here, in this dark wasteland. He remained still watching these images, he saw a young scaly whom lost his family in the early years of life, he saw a komodo become a mutant at the hands of heartless suppressors, he witnessed a child growing in a world of death, in a world of hate. That scaly was him.

He stirred, as footsteps approached him. Lifting his head from the ground, he opened his eyes as his hair shifted with his movement, revealing his glowing red eyes. Eyes that held within them a deep sorrow, home to a wound that neither time nor medicine could ever heal, eyes of a tormented being. Those eyes watched, as a new suppressor came to him and took position for a bout.

Morvik, with the memories of torment fresh upon him memories that would of paralyzed any other being, stood. And as he stood his clothes dissipated in to a black mist that left the world as a shadow, and as he stood he changed, covered in a violet energy his body morphed, skin becoming metal, his body and face loosing virtually all their features becoming a series of plates that fit together perfectly. His tail segmented and grew longer and thinner, the end flattening and extending in to a sharp blade, the base moved up his back stopping at the bottom of a newly formed shape. His fingers grew longer and sharper becoming sharp weapons. He grew taller, and his body better suited to battle. His head now much shaped like an arrow’s point, his mouth now gone covered by a metal plate, his eyes were now 4 separate slits that glowed more fierce then before, a crown of five pointed plates pointed behind him, and two spikes erupting close to the where the neck and the head joined pointed forward following the shape of his head.

He stood tall, he stood proud, he stood with the power to finally face his demons, and never fall back, he was no longer that young scaly that was defenseless, that couldn’t protect and save what he loved. Now, as a long slender blade dropped down from his wrist the flat of the blade placed against the back of his fist enwrapping itself in a fierce violet energy, he now stood, and he stood proud.

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Oh my bloody god I'm o proud of this piece, possibly the best collaborative picture I have done yet. And best part is all the shading was done by me and properly. As good as the coloring and shading is though, this pic would not be possible if it wasn't for Exvellioth bring the pose and emotion of the picture to life. So please go to his page give some favs and watches the guy is an excellent artist who deserves more credit then he gets. Only thing that could make this better is a background

The soulroid species the character Morvik Mectris coloring and shading of this picture all belong to Melos Mevim aka me

The actual base sketch belongs to  Exvellioth original picture here https://www.furaffinity.net/view/10354560/

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