While the tribe was dancing the night away with the usual singing and drumming flutes going off in the background, I poked around the shaman's plethora of masks whilst he was away. A...REALLY...colorful mask caught my eye, and I was further..compelled to it, somehow, like it was talking to me..DEMANDING me toward it. I obeyed like a good soon-to-be slave, and wore it. It's thoughts, emotions, and sheer hatred of the world consumed my mind as soon as I wore it. I was scared at first, then it told me this was right. How couldn't it be? I can only obey my new Master....


(back to reality lol) So anyways, as I was drawing me Majora's Mask, decided to throw my fursona right in there ACTUALLY wearing it! =D Even thought of a little backstory..might even write something cool, i dunno. Not entirely sure if the lore is right, like what the mask tells it's wearer, i mean it's been 15 YEARS since i played the game! XD Well I made something that fits the theme, anyways. Still a work in progress, wish to do a nighttime background and some shading on my new mask :3