One little new form of Drax which he gained earlier~ Maybe the most useful from him now. Why? Oh well... Maybe he looks like just dark normal ink but... Can take lots of other shape and colors. He can be a real "camo dragon" haha! Just watch out... this may be a predator style from Drax. He can now take advance on his old "friends". Check out your paintings, he could be there. Muaahahaa! Ahem... x)

Honestly... I've helped  Zalir to create this kind of thing. I mean... Ink creatures. The fact that they would have their mind and such. But most of the thing goes to him. Mostly... The person who done this change to Drax: "The artist". Drax didn't excpected it but does like it. <3

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So here's the story:

Drax received a letter telling him he would be given a painting of himself from a certain "Artist". The letter was anonymous... Well... He still taken the way. Arrived here, this was such a strange... house...? Or tower? Or something... He went in. An old fashioned looking house with... paintings all over... all over but really all over the walls. Sheesh. In someways... creepy! Drax just went to "The artist"'s room. He just peeked out the door and noticed he was painting. It was beautiful. A masterpiece.

Drax shily knocked on the frame and then got attention on himself. Drax then explained all the letter thing. Looks like it was... real? I guess.
He didn't got placed somewhere to pose or anything. Black slimy tentacles came out of the chocobo's beak, slowly wrapping around Drax arms, chest, legs and muzzle. Drax was confused and freaked out. He was slowly swallowed by this one, unable to wiggle and even yell for help.

As he reached there, these tentacles which came from the stomach began to wrap more around Drax, covering him completely. Was like another stomach pouch which was slowly dissolving Drax into... ink... (Which "The artist" uses.) A couple hours later... The chocobo began to draw some lines in the air. Drawing a forest which Drax was in middle of. This forest was familiar. The one Drax always travel to. It was completely a painting floating in the room.

As Drax regained his consciousness, his vision was a little blurry but got back normal. His eyes were now a flash neon purple. He was made of pure black gooey ink. (Note that this ink ISN'T normal ink but kind of goo. It is less vulnerable than normal ink)
Drax felt... strange. All this background was slimy, drippy and felt so weird. But there has been one thing yet that Drax had that made himself unique yet. And was for now... a masterpiece to "The artist". As Drax decided to go off this background, he didn't got any anomaly or even fell to liquid. He was still there... And plus... he had his own mind. He was this chocobo's first truly... LIVING ART.

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Whew... very long story. Hope it's good like this!

ENJOY ALL!!