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retorra

Published: Jul 30, 2014

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Yeah. It's a drawing. I loved Zelda Skyward Sword so I thought: why not make a drawing of it?
I know it's far from perfect, but I was quite satisfied about the result, me being not a really great artist.
Please gimme feedback! I wanna improve

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2721x1838px 4.13 MB

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SAMSUNG

Model

EK-GC110

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Ellies-Space

Jul 31, 2014

It looks great!
I love Zelda games

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