So far my journey had been quite a short one. My life began as a small creature known as a fawn and I had stayed out of sight for the winter. Life was fearful enough without having to venture out into the harshly cold world that had suddenly swept in. It was as if it had happened overnight, as if my body morphed into a creature that I was unfamiliar with. This sudden change frightened me. The ground was suddenly further away, I stayed away from trees and flowers because they always caught on something and I felt like a clumsy fawn again, tripping over my own hooves as I walked.



I retreated back to my sanctuary, where my friends flew around me and I wondered if they recognized me. I blended into the night, which is what I wished, but I didn't feel complete. I felt like there was change still to come and I didn't know how to feel about that. It was in the night that I felt like one of my friends, like a butterfly, and the dim moonlight reflected off of my body and was the only indication that I was even out there at all. My face was masked and I felt comfortable that nobody could see what I truly looked like. It made the change bearable.

However my change was not nearly finished and every day that it continued I felt like I was reaching a point where I would finally figure out who I was, what I represented and why I was here. The slim antlers were a nice change however the paint and the colours were a quality that I was unsure of, I was unsure if I liked them.

My mind briefly wondered if it was breeding season, as there were many little hoof marks and tiny squeals that reminded me of myself as a fawn. I didn't mind their company as I still felt much like a fawn myself however the abundance of fawns was suspicious to me. It seemed as though their guardians were asleep, perhaps tired of their child's antics, and the fawns roamed the entire forest. I shivered at the thought of doing that when I was that young, that clueless, that fragile. The latter was debatable, of course. The fawns made interesting friends, they seemed to enjoy prancing and staying close to your side and that made me wonder how many of them were like me; if they had any parents.

The forest can easily become a depressing place if one allows it to become that way. It was time that I stepped out into the sunlight and enjoyed the place I was in because I wasn't leaving and staying hidden away in my Sanctuary, while it was joyful at night, easily became very commonplace and boring during the day. It really was time to come out of my shell and enjoy who I was.

I'm still working out her design but when somebody cast this mask on her, it felt like it all fit together. I was considering the Monarch pelt but I don't know if people would prefer I go with a less common pelt or not. Or if people think she's just ugly, haha. I'd love any input. I think I have a natural deer mask which I was considering but either way if I'm going to draw her, it'll be with a regular deer face and just painted with whatever mask she has so I'm not sure.