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Apollo Rising (Commission for ApolloJay89)
Well, this was my first Commission for a while. I feel good about it. Plus people get to see how a mortal is transformed into a…
Long story short, Min really needs to stop going to parties.
Longer story:
ApolloJay89 decided to go to a toga party. It wasn't going so well. Only a minuscule size of 50-80 people showed up. The kegs of beer was going to waste… as in no one was drinking nearly enough of it or coating everything in the room with it. Absolutely no one was even close to being wasted yet. And that music, some weird Egyptian dance music that sounded like it was being played on a three string banjo.
Apollo waiting for his date to show up stayed near the corner. When a friendly, but annoying voice spoke up. "Oh what is this!?!" Apollo looked over to see this hot peacock strutting towards him. No, not the peacock he was waiting for. Of course, Apollo would never cheat on his boyfriend, but this guy was practically a God. He even had very prominate abs. Can avians even *get* abs!?!
"Well, this just isn't right…," the stranger pointed at Apollo.
Although the stranger wasn't one to speak. Didn't he know this was a toga party, not a costume party? The bird had a huge leafy headdress and an amazingly intricate golden necklace with an ankh shaped pendant. But what really shocked Apollo was that his lower half only had a belt and a loin cloth covered with hieroglyphic symbols.
"I mean what is with these extra limbs!"
Before Apollo even had a chance to react properly the Peacock grabbed Apollo's wings and ripped them right off. It wasn't a bloody mess or anything, but the pain was just overwhelming. Apollo's screams couldn't even catch up to the amount of pain that one action inflicted upon his psyche. The bluejay collapsed in shock. No worse! He was practically having an outer body experience before he even hit the ground.
"Oh dear, his soul is falling out," Min, the Egyptian God of… "Male Production" frowned as he threw the now useless wings to the side. He didn't mean to hurt the poor mortal. He had just never seen anyone with more than four (excluding tails) limbs before. Taking the soul in his feathered hands, he didn't quite know what to do. I mean Anubis was still pissed at him for the stunt he pulled at the last… okay, so maybe Everyone at Every drunken party would hate Min for being there. It's not his fault that he's so easily summoned.
Still, he couldn't go to his nephews about this. He had to fix it himself. Unfortunately for the Bluejay, Min knew of only one method of attaching a soul to a body.
"What a strange looking Magatama…," Min smashed the soul like it was playdogh. He had to get the rough edges off of the sides and compact all of that spiritual energy into a physical form. If not then, it'd probably would float away again. The blue hint of the soul slowly shifted into a bronze and he rubbed the soul betwen his feathers. No, still not compact enough. Roll it tighter now. Oh yes, now it's practically made of gold. And to make sure it sticks…
Oh dear… seems like Min was so focused on the soul that he had forgotten that, like a voodoo doll, the body reacts to how the soul is treated. He had practically turned the poor bird into clay. And when you've got clay and a Magatama (plus the almighty eternal lifeforce of a god's Ankh) add a little lifeforce, bake at 400°F, and wait for it to rise. Of course, normally, the recipie would require one to wait until it's suit was golden brown, but the odd collorings of this particular "clay" wouldn't allow it so Min had to make sure to keep an eye on it as what used to be Apollo rose to about the right height.
"How may I serve you, Sir Min," the newly born Shabti asked his new master.
"Perfect," Min claped his wings together, "dawe… I've always wanted a Shabti. And he's a cute little puffball too!"
"Thank you, Sir," Shabti was obligated to say.
"So how about you fetch me some nurishment? I'm feeling like grapes still on the stem."
"Right away, Sir," Shabti walked to the kitchen of the home, barely missing yet another peacock by the name of Zylen Andel that was on the look out for his boyfriend, Apollo.
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Commissioned by ApolloJay89
Seriously, a great commission in my opinion. I had fun making it. Although, the story needs quite a bit of work. Also I had no clue that
Zylen_Andel was a peacock before I wrote this ending. What a strange coincidence…
Long story short, Min really needs to stop going to parties.
Longer story:
ApolloJay89 decided to go to a toga party. It wasn't going so well. Only a minuscule size of 50-80 people showed up. The kegs of beer was going to waste… as in no one was drinking nearly enough of it or coating everything in the room with it. Absolutely no one was even close to being wasted yet. And that music, some weird Egyptian dance music that sounded like it was being played on a three string banjo.Apollo waiting for his date to show up stayed near the corner. When a friendly, but annoying voice spoke up. "Oh what is this!?!" Apollo looked over to see this hot peacock strutting towards him. No, not the peacock he was waiting for. Of course, Apollo would never cheat on his boyfriend, but this guy was practically a God. He even had very prominate abs. Can avians even *get* abs!?!
"Well, this just isn't right…," the stranger pointed at Apollo.
Although the stranger wasn't one to speak. Didn't he know this was a toga party, not a costume party? The bird had a huge leafy headdress and an amazingly intricate golden necklace with an ankh shaped pendant. But what really shocked Apollo was that his lower half only had a belt and a loin cloth covered with hieroglyphic symbols.
"I mean what is with these extra limbs!"
Before Apollo even had a chance to react properly the Peacock grabbed Apollo's wings and ripped them right off. It wasn't a bloody mess or anything, but the pain was just overwhelming. Apollo's screams couldn't even catch up to the amount of pain that one action inflicted upon his psyche. The bluejay collapsed in shock. No worse! He was practically having an outer body experience before he even hit the ground.
"Oh dear, his soul is falling out," Min, the Egyptian God of… "Male Production" frowned as he threw the now useless wings to the side. He didn't mean to hurt the poor mortal. He had just never seen anyone with more than four (excluding tails) limbs before. Taking the soul in his feathered hands, he didn't quite know what to do. I mean Anubis was still pissed at him for the stunt he pulled at the last… okay, so maybe Everyone at Every drunken party would hate Min for being there. It's not his fault that he's so easily summoned.
Still, he couldn't go to his nephews about this. He had to fix it himself. Unfortunately for the Bluejay, Min knew of only one method of attaching a soul to a body.
"What a strange looking Magatama…," Min smashed the soul like it was playdogh. He had to get the rough edges off of the sides and compact all of that spiritual energy into a physical form. If not then, it'd probably would float away again. The blue hint of the soul slowly shifted into a bronze and he rubbed the soul betwen his feathers. No, still not compact enough. Roll it tighter now. Oh yes, now it's practically made of gold. And to make sure it sticks…
Oh dear… seems like Min was so focused on the soul that he had forgotten that, like a voodoo doll, the body reacts to how the soul is treated. He had practically turned the poor bird into clay. And when you've got clay and a Magatama (plus the almighty eternal lifeforce of a god's Ankh) add a little lifeforce, bake at 400°F, and wait for it to rise. Of course, normally, the recipie would require one to wait until it's suit was golden brown, but the odd collorings of this particular "clay" wouldn't allow it so Min had to make sure to keep an eye on it as what used to be Apollo rose to about the right height.
"How may I serve you, Sir Min," the newly born Shabti asked his new master.
"Perfect," Min claped his wings together, "dawe… I've always wanted a Shabti. And he's a cute little puffball too!"
"Thank you, Sir," Shabti was obligated to say.
"So how about you fetch me some nurishment? I'm feeling like grapes still on the stem."
"Right away, Sir," Shabti walked to the kitchen of the home, barely missing yet another peacock by the name of Zylen Andel that was on the look out for his boyfriend, Apollo.
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Commissioned by
ApolloJay89Seriously, a great commission in my opinion. I had fun making it. Although, the story needs quite a bit of work. Also I had no clue that
Zylen_Andel was a peacock before I wrote this ending. What a strange coincidence…
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
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