In the deep woods of the north there was a hunter who lost his way. Leaving dead deer in his wake as he hunted he would simply kill and move onto the next hunt with no regards to their remains. Neither for sustanence nor for sport he kept hunting the norther woods till he became lost. As the corpses left proceeded to rot away so did his form become corrupt. Distorted by his own twisted nature he became a demon of pestilence. He would infect any heard he came across. He infected them so no one else could have them. They were his hunt. His kills... He wasn't hungry. He only wanted to hunt.

I expirimented with a new pencil brush for this one. Started drawing without a reference and kept going. It was inspired by my time living in the norther wilderness of wisconsin. All the rotting deer you would find at the side of the road and how it would go waisted. It was much more prevalent during hunting season to. We also have an issue with chronic waisting disease. The deer become gaunt and discolored. You can't use anything from them and if you don't dispose of the bodies properly they can infect more.