Another work by my favourite artist of me summoning his own character an adorable Alebrije with a small story to match and why he calls me dad.

The summoning

The room was dusty, books old and new stored haphazardly in the shelves. Random items of occult nature littered the room. In the centre of the room was a ring drawn in chalk as a man sat on his knees in the middle of it. He had been there a few days, channelling a spell he had been reading in one of his dusty dusty books. The chalk circle began to glow as the spell began to work correctly.
“Yes! Yes! Finally!” The man cried out.
Standing now the man was visible. He was a dragon coated in white fur clad in robes. Atop his head was a pointed hat wide brimmed and largely pointed. He extends his hands three pointed purple claws brightly shine as a sphere of light glows in his hands. In a flash of light and a crash of noise and the room is filled with smoke as the pointed hatted figure is knocked over to his feet.
A large creature emerges from the smoke colours and features shifting like oil in a puddle. Arms materialised wings and horns a mane, no a beard. Two bright eyes burn holes into the man on the floor.
“Who summons me?” the voice is booming and loud.
The man gets to his feet groaning at the effort.
“I do! I summon you spirit…” The dragon looks him up and down confused. Without acknowledging the creature further, he rushes to the desk flipping through the pages till he got to the one he wanted. Muttering to himself he looks more confused.
“What are you spirit?”
The large looming creature shrinks down to a size similar to their summoner.
“What do you mean ‘what am I’? I’m an Alebrije. You should know you summoned me.”
“An Alebrije? I was summoning a spirit guide, I’m not Mexican.”
“But I am.”
The summoner shakes his head trying to make sense of the situation. Folding his arms, he thinks before looking up at the creature he summoned. He watches their colours shift and change as facial and body features alter warp and alter.
“Do you always do that? The shifting thing?”
The summoned creature looks at themselves seemingly unaware of their shifting nature.
“If I want to. What form would you prefer?”
The creature grins and shifts their body elongating into a large lizard taur like form while their head shifts orc-like with horns.
“What about something like this? Think I’ll call it an Orgon.”
The creature swishes its large body around crashing into objects before standing still almost whimpering.
“Too big, what about this?”
The creature starts again the body shrinking down fur growing longer. Keeping the orc like underbite a second face grew out of the creatures stomach their hands turning into paws.
“This feels cool.” Both faces said in unison.
The summoner looked confused hiding his head in his hands. He paced slightly.
“Okay okay stop. Just pick a form please all this shifting is making me feel nauseous. What about dragon like me?”
“Like you? Like your son?”
Without waiting for an answer, the creature shifted again similar hight to their summoner their form became draconic akin to how they looked when they first emerged but far less imposing.
“What about this dad?”
The summoner thought about correcting the creature that he wasn’t in fact their father. But he did summon them they were in this world because of him so it was similar enough. Why not.
“Yes, that’s a good look on you… son.”
The creature the summoner’s new son hugged him hard. Being this close was the first time the summoner got to actually smell the creature, their new son.
“Mmm mossy…”
The smaller dragon hugging the larger one, his new father looked up at him.
“What’s that?”
“Oh umm, your name. You are Mossy.”