The men watched in horror as the young fiddler approached them. His innocent countenance was replaced with a look of ravenous frenzy as the power of the forest's curse flowed through his very being. He smiled gleefully in anticipation of the hell he was going to raise upon those who made the mistake of casting him out. They thought the forest would become his icy grave, and now he was going to turn it against them.

Follow-up to my previous piece inspired by Elvenking's song. Had a lot of fun working on this one, and I hope you like it as well!

Art by Me
Done in Paint Tool SAI and Photoshop CS6