Pushed to its limits and beyond, this Carbon Dog rages. They have never been tamed, never been broken. But this cartel aimed to do just that. Starved, beaten, humiliated, mutilated. But when they threatened to do the same to the cubs of his pack, something inside him ignites. The heat of his rage is melting away his specially treated restraints and shielded wires to the inhibitor around his neck. His body oscillates between fur and a mineral substance. He glows a full spectrum of brilliant light and his strength starts to increase exponentially. He is about to realize and release a strange and beautiful power in a very sudden and violent way.

An organic machine hard-coded into spacetime. Covered in blades, cutting edges and razorwire, time is its to command. Incomprehensible speed and precision, and access to its Tree of Pain - a vicious implement to broadcast pain in an effort to ferret out a furtive deity. (Crossover between StarMan DX and The Shrike from Hyperion Cantos).

I reach toward the hallowed yonder above as my flesh is rent from below. I am taken and forcibly torn and rent... changed into some abomination without a will to call my own. Life ceases in the flesh and the mind and nothing fills my profane chasm except hatred. The presence of our vile kin brings even this mountain’s inhabitants to reckless violence. We know nothing else.