Forlorn

Rumours say that there is a beast that lurks in the Hewn City. A beast that is not quite alive but not quite dead either, kept within the city by a mysterious force.

It will eat anything weather that thing is animal or dragon. It stalks it's prey and attacks when it least expects it.

Its skinny with sunken in eyes. Its wings are torn apart and it can barely lift itself off the ground. The gem on its forehead is dull and cracked.

Ṡ̷̡͕͓̼̺̮̃͝ȟ̴̢̨̢̢͓͎̼̫̘͉̣̟̘̜̪̙̘̘̹̙̤̲̤̩̪̓ͅe̴̡̢̛̛͍͇̱̭͕̬̲̜̥̖͉̣̰̪̭̓̉͋̒́̂͆͑̈̆͊̓̉̀̀̌̎̀̿͛͂͝͝͝ͅ'̶̜̬̤̥̟̝̱̭̤͔̉̈́͊̆̏̆͑̂̉̇͐́͆͛̅̈́̂̒̆̚̕͘͜͠ŝ̷̛̛͕̻̼̩̂͆̇͑̓̈̔̀̓̿̈̓͌̋̔͑͑͘͠ ̶̡͓̱̳̣̥̦̩̭͈͈͈̬͖̱̞̗̞̪̳̥̭̰̊̓̅̈́̾̕̕͜͝ş̸̝̲̥̰̳͎̰͕͎̖̪̖̤̖̠̾̉̽͌͆̈̀̉̓͌̿͑̊̃̅̔̈̃̀͛̊́̋̇̿͌͘̕͜͝ǒ̶̡̧̞̯̲̟̬̱̻͖͔͓͎̰̜̄̔̌͋͝͝ ̵̨͔̟͓̮̥̝̰̩͇̮̗̥̙̙͌̆̽̆̈͌̌̈́̏̓͑̾̐̑̾̈́̓̄̒͝͠H̸̨̛̻̺͎̩͍̳̯̞͊͂̍͛̈́͌͆̀̃̃̇͆͗͆́̿̂̆̿͛̿͘̕͠͝͠͠ͅU̵̢̼̺̳̼̠̬͕̺̬̺̜̭̼͔̺̺̜̪̖̩͚̯̗̬̩͔̠͍͂̿͑͗̊́̓̌̌̌N̸̝̹͔̱͕̠̲̥͙͖̋̄́́̈́̋̑͂̐̈͒̐̅̓̏̔͘ͅG̶̡̨̨̟̺̹̪͈̳̱̗̬͎̩̮̙͚̻͙̝̺̞̟͔̤͚̤̀̃͐̓̇̏̐̒̓̅̓͊̑͂͛͗͒̽́̊̾͗̑̚͝͠͠ͅͅŖ̷̻͖̻̣̭̦̹̞̳̻̥͍̯͈͇͚͊̿̈́̉̈͆̄̿͋͗͋͠Ẏ̸͔̹̱̋͒̽̃͒̊̊̎̊̀͆̇̂͛̔̌̊̀̀̑̀̇̕͜͝͝͝ ̴̢̡̨̢̧̡̛̭͔̳͍͍͖̠̹̪̠͔͉̘͈͇̣̦̜͎̫̈́̓̈̈̓͛̑̀̋̓̂͂̇̆̊̌̅̀́̀̈́͜͝͝a̶̧̢̩̲͖͚̠̜̬̣͕̬͎̠̙̭̮͇̠̲͉̒͜͜͠n̸̜̯̖͙̱͔̯̩̭̲̠͈͇͔̻̼̯͍̫̬̭̺̘̈́̆̅̽͜d̷̦͈͎͊ ̶̡̥̲̯͈̹̘̬͖̭͚̘̠̳̜͆̂͂̈̉̎̿̍͂͋͛̔̓̀͑̆̈́̂̀̀̈̀͂̚͘͝C̵̩̯̮̟̜̺͍̖̗̥̖̹̥̲̣͉̰̪̾̎͋̋̀̈́̈̔̐̂͂̕͝ͅỌ̸̡͊͗͛̓͑́̽͐͑́̐͊͋̚̕͠͝͝͝Ļ̵̨̧̙͈̙̖̼̰̹̥̗̣̟̤̳͈̪̭̯͔̳͈̩̦̟͉̉̐Ď̸̢̡̛͕̼̪̱̱͈̯̻̻̯̣̮̹͆̏͆͌̀̆̎̌̔̐͛̆̅̇͋̓̂̆͘̚͜.̵̨͎͙̥͓̦̠̮̝̠̗͍̰̹͇͙̈́̋͑̆̈́̀͝
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