This is an oil painting I did for fun. I recently painted him with shoulders. I'm sorry, it's not a doodle or a sketch, but a full on painting. But I am interested to hear what people think of it.
My role was to serve my people as a tactician.
My name was my rank. I had a soul.
But magic awakened within me, and my role changed.
My mind — trained and carved for purpouse — ceased to matter.
Reduced to a beast, they stripped away my soul and bound me in chains.
Is this the wisdom of the Qun?..