.Syndicate’s Rage.

From deep within the heart, a sound like no other erupts. The joining of a soul, the sanctum of a life. Her scream is not of pain, though it sounds very much so, her scream is of a massive power surge, a new feeling as something old is returned. Visceral. The very essence of her mind and body, she feels the Titan etch into her mind, her entire form shifting as she can feel it move, the new strength, the knowing, the feeling of life. Her jaws part open, tongue curling up behind teeth as the bellow flows through her chest and lungs. Blue mists flow from her nostrils, eyes, and maw, the toxic mist a product of war itself. Her eyes snap open to reveal the darkness that threatens to envelope the white iris and pupil of her eyes, taking over her body, Visceral knows what is best. Visceral knows what needs to be done.

Visceral shakes the head, tail lashing and flaring open, the fan of feathers splayed bright against the black spikes. Visceral bares the jaws of a monster, the ears pointed forward as the deadly warrior’s gaze locks onto the man afore Visceral and his counterpart, Syndicate.

Michigan. Visceral snarls, eye narrowing on the man who backs up, watching the colors shift across Syndicate’s form. A skeletal marking replacing those of Syndicate’s face. Michigan can only watch and stare as the colors shift, the true Titan of War and Blood becoming whole with the one thing that his entire purpose had been for.

“I’ve always wanted to be like you…” Michigan stated, backing up a step as Omega walked forward, the others like them walking forth from the shadows, “That is what we all were meant for… To be you. I see now that we cannot be you. You are more than we ever are… To the shame of my existence, my comrades do not see the same, Titan. I am to serve you, the Director can go screw himself.”

“The Director, is not a male.”

Michigan turned, Visceral’s gaze looking up to the woman dressed in black and red, blue designs etched into the armor plating, “She is a woman.” Visceral bares the teeth, gums bleeding as red drips from the bleeding wounds sowly being covered with new found flesh, “Visceral…Syndicate Visceral Kat ‘ell… Where is your little friend Aly’vyn to help you now? Or does she not matter, now that you have your Titan.. Your Agent.”

Aly’vyn is none of your concern. She has nothing to do with this and therefore will not be added into this. You keep her out of it. I can fight my own battles with or without her. Visceral growled. Tail lashing.

“I see… Welcome home Syndicate.”

This is no home of mine.

“Easy now Visceral.. We all know who you are and do not want to hurt you.”

I am not.

“Who are you?” Michigan asked, looking up at the Titan above him.

Not Who.

“What are you then?”

I. Am. War.

——

For three longs weeks I have taken time away from my normal routines and my time I spend talking to my Best friend and family to work on this. For such a long while I have been sitting and working, countless hand cramps and head aches later this is what I have to show for my work. Long hours into the night, and even a plane ride (for the baseline sketch) I have finished my work. Syndicate Visceral Kat ‘ell is in every way my representation of myself and possibly my most worked on character. Her story is deep and riveting, long and emotional. It is full of the ups and downs and full of many twists and turns, but for all that I have, she would not be sitting here today if it were not for my Best Friend, Katelin.

Yes, I talk very highly of Kate, and very much so does she deserve it. The thanks of this mostly belong to her, not my family or teachers, but to her. She has sat and bared with me my long hours of work and pain, she has kept me company through the whole time of my life and even now. I sit everyday and cannot begin to think of how I will ever thank her or repay her for what she has done for me, or what she has said for me and to me. Kate is by far my muse and my sister, she is my other half and without her not only would I be nothing, but Syndicate also would never be here. Thank you Kate, for everything you have ever done for me, for everything you have ever said to me, and for being there when I needed you, for being my inspiration in both life and art. I know I can always look up to you as my Idol, my Muse, and my Older Sister. An older sister I have never had by blood, but to my mind, blood relation will never matter. I will always be here for you, as you are forever here with me.

Forever and Always.

In addition, I am going to thank a few others, mostly because they have encouraged me along the way and given positive feedback.

My parents, for not yelling at me about being on the time to work.

My Art teacher who has motivated me to do the contest Vase.

Vase, for actually existing.

My friends at school, because they always want to see what I have to show and my talents as they grow and bloom.

My Brother for being very enthusuatic and wanting to see how far I had come each day I worked.

Michael for just being there to talk to and of course enduring the fact that I am never at school early when I should be.

And anyone on here who leaves a comment/like or just takes the time to read this and realize that Syndicate Visceral Kat ‘ell has joined not only my family of work, but also the world around me, and anyone else who lays eyes on her.

Syndicate Visceral Kat ‘ell, her design, the Dy’Kletiun, Michigan, Omega, the entire Reconstruction Project, and the SA logo all are trademarks of SangyneArt and belong to me, Allison Wilson.

Aly’vyn Vectes and the Dajin Demons belong to Katelin Baesch.

Title: Syndicate’s Rage

Completion Time: Three Weeks

Medium: Pencil, Adobe Photoshop CS3, Corel Painter Essentials, and MS Paint (for re-sizing in order to post)

Finished: February 8, 2012.

Thank you.