#apolli

[i-am-so-strange]

I didnt know Kyouya was the sun god in disguise.

[mynameisapolli]

hi I’m (sorta) back and looking for interest checks:

I’ll be finishing these up at around 1 pet per month and selling their rights (or PSD slots) for USD accordingly. Will be pinging the ping group apollishop for updates but I also made a new thread to document my progress. Please feel free to add requests as well :)

First pet is the one I’m working on atm.

[foreheadface]

So this trash happened....

[brandochunderdarkseas]

Dearest dear dreamer, open your sunny blue eyes.  That's it, can you hear me?  Can you feel pressure between our hands?  Lean your head upon my chest and listen to the tales of wind that I will tell.  I will tell you of the far blue mountains and the tall tree wars of the west; I will remember for you tales of great grief and of fervent joy; I will sing to you of the Valar and the valorous of old; I will beat a drum of songs written before words and shake a tambourine whose tales are older than mine.  All these I will say, in verse and in fear, in humility and the tears of glory.  Dreamer, dreamer dream with me of those few whose stories we still tell though we only are sure of their names.  Start at the dawn, start before might, before buttons and trains, before ships and Microsoft, before fire and writing, before everything but that which makes us human, a story.  

And let me tell you of the world of fear, the chaos and the blackness; let me paint primal fears that still hold a newborn in their savage grip.  Can you see it dreamer, can you taste your fearful breath as you overlook a world where your thoughts are trapped within your own head and heart?  A human soul, trapped alone but surrounded by a score of other limbed creatures of fear and uncomprhension.  Capable hunters, runners of renown, but alone, without a voice or a story or a creed; afraid of the dark and the gods of old we stumbled north and east and south, we climbed the trees to watch the sunset and we cried, for we were still alone.    

And out of the west they came, those who changed everything.  With long robes, colored of the forest, of the sea, and of the sun they strode unafraid holding hats and staves of wood.  And as they walked, they sang.  And out of the caverns and pits of despair we climbed humanity, to hear for the first time a story.  The Three, called the western Magi, they sang tunes and words and their sounds settled the hearts of the savages sapients.  They strode to the clearings and they claspt hands and smiled to we who hid below the bushes and behind the clefts. And they knew we were there, and they let the savages approach when their song paused.  And such flowing of honey magic greeted the ears, for they spoke, and it was not as the birds and the squirrels spoke: rather more like the wolf, and yet it aroused love and tears from the savages and not fear.  Closer to the glow from the Magi they crawled, towards that unimaginable power as the sun sank to its nadir.  And then as Night crawled across the eyes of the humans, and their backs started to cower, did they notice that the Magi stood ever straighter and stood back to back to back, in a triangle looking outward at the night.  Quickly and with force, they strode forward two steps, and the tallest in the Sea robe spoke to the fleeing humans.  "Hark!  And Slow, for I am Marai, the Magus of the morning.  I am the birth of man, for I am the birth of words.  I am She who teaches all these sounds to drive away solitude," and from the first, the people listened, for they knew that these were not threats, though they could not understand what She said.  And the second Magus, of the Forest robe did not speak, but rather he sang to the congregation.  Thus: "Hark! and listen to me, for I am Apolli, the Magus of the Song.  I will teach you to build and to make, to create and to dream, to sow seeds in the ground and reap songs from your harvest."  To his gentle rippling, the very birds paused, and the savage humans quieted in hope that there was more.  And finally, the shortest, but broadest Magus, turned without a sound and cast a red ember into the sticks at his feet, and the ball of grass lit, and fire started below his steady gaze.  And such was his mighty stature, that the people quailed but did not flee, for here was the first creature they had seen who did not run from the Killer, the Blaze, the Fire.  And to them, he slowly chanted: "Hark, Hark, and Hail.  For I am Promethei, the Magus of Fire, the Magus of the Sun.  I bring you the stars and the Night, I free you from fear and shall take you to the summit."  

And Marai went out and reached a hand toward the closest two, the bravest of the humans (whom we call Adem and Evem, the old words for First), and she took both their hands and led them towards the fire of Promethei.  Apolli leaned down smiled and rubbed his hands over the warmth of the fire, and started to sing.  And he sang of the founding of humanity, for it was there in that clearing that we began.