A mutated beast, battle-worn.
The hair is short, except for the beard, which is straight and grass-like. The eyes are contemplative and flanked by glassy bird eyes. Its expression is sullen.
The neck melts into a wax-like state and simply hangs in space.
While I was drawing, I couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the creature. It seems miserably lost in thought. It seems to be thinking about its own mortality; or the mortality of its species.