Forsaken

"I can't remember much of who I use to be, I can't remember about my humanity. The only thing that remains from this previous life is the overwhelming anger. The hatred and deception that plagued my past. It's the only thing that I know how to feel. It's the engine that runs my now bittersweet and unfathomable existence. I have no meaning, no purpose. I am an husk that haunts these nauseating swamps, I happen to save lives every now and then. Some called me hero or protector. I am not. There is something in me, a force that makes me hunt what I assume to be monsters, the embodiement of everything wrong with this world. I do not save people, I just happen to murder their pursuers. The rescue is merely an unwanted conscequence."
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This is an updated portrait of an old scarecrow that I had worked on years ago when I was trying for the first time to really express my own world and love for this particular character. At the time I wanted to create a specific kind of character, silly and I b