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Been a while since I posted here, I've been busy with work and school and I hope that I didn't keep any of you waiting, I drew this in 5 hours, which is REALLY good considering how most of my other art takes about like 10 so I'm very proud of myself. Anyway, enough about what I've been up to, time to get into Apollo's lore.
Apollo is obviously an alien, the pink skin, the oblong eyes, his strange body type, and most importantly, the space cape. Apollo's true origin is unknown, even he doesn't know where exactly he came from. One day he just woke up on a planet covered in grass and water and now he calls it home, but where was his original home? Where could it be? Where could it have been? What could it have been? The questions ate at his mind, he hungered for the answers to his questions, but his hunger would never be quenched. Even if he gathered a fragment of an answer to satiate his desire for knowledge, the idea that more pieces to the picture made him hungrier.

But then, he saw it.

Pieces of the sky fell all around him, the holes and cracks filling with the blinding sheen of nova. This wasn't normal, this couldn't REALLY be happening, could it? He had to be dreaming, but he wished he wasn't, he wished all of this was real. As the sky continued to crack and fall around him, he felt lighter, he felt like gravity had lost its grasp on him, allowing him to fly free into the cosmos. As the sky broke into a million piece's, shards flying through the sky like feathers, Apollo leaped as far as he could, hoping to finally touch the bright shining stars that he was never able to reach in his whole life.

As he ascended into space, he began to see shapes in the stars, waving and to him and calling his name, their calls growing louder and louder, drawing him closer and closer. But as he got closer, their calls didn't sound like they were filled with joy, they sounded like they were filled with fear. Apollo's face filled with dread as he realized the people he saw weren't actually people, they were monsters. Monsters attached to one big organic pile made from flesh and bone. Apollo, filled with horror, desperately tried to swim back through the inky blackness back into his world, praying to whatever gods there were that they would keep him safe.

His prayers and screams were met with silence.

Apollo woke up in a cold sweat, "Of course it was a dream, nothing like that would EVER happen, not in a million-" Apollo had gone silent. Rethinking his dream, apollo began to piece whatever little things he had together, why were the figures calling to him? What were the figures doing attached to that monster the size of his planet? Why did they look so familiar? Yet again, Apollo was met with no true answers to who or what he was. But, unlike most nights, he didn't go to bed hungry. Whatever was feeding him didn't want to starve him, he supposed.

And that satisfied him.

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Been a while since I posted here, I've been busy with work and school and I hope that I didn't keep any of you waiting, I drew this in 5 hours, which is REALLY good considering how most of my other art takes about like 10 so I'm very proud of myself. Anyway, enough about what I've been up to, time to get into Apollo's lore.
Apollo is obviously an alien, the pink skin, the oblong eyes, his strange body type, and most importantly, the space cape. Apollo's true origin is unknown, even he doesn't know where exactly he came from. One day he just woke up on a planet covered in grass and water and now he calls it home, but where was his original home? Where could it be? Where could it have been? What could it have been? The questions ate at his mind, he hungered for the answers to his questions, but his hunger would never be quenched. Even if he gathered a fragment of an answer to satiate his desire for knowledge, the idea that more pieces to the picture made him hungrier.

But then, he saw it.

Pieces of the sky fell all around him, the holes and cracks filling with the blinding sheen of nova. This wasn't normal, this couldn't REALLY be happening, could it? He had to be dreaming, but he wished he wasn't, he wished all of this was real. As the sky continued to crack and fall around him, he felt lighter, he felt like gravity had lost its grasp on him, allowing him to fly free into the cosmos. As the sky broke into a million piece's, shards flying through the sky like feathers, Apollo leaped as far as he could, hoping to finally touch the bright shining stars that he was never able to reach in his whole life.

As he ascended into space, he began to see shapes in the stars, waving and to him and calling his name, their calls growing louder and louder, drawing him closer and closer. But as he got closer, their calls didn't sound like they were filled with joy, they sounded like they were filled with fear. Apollo's face filled with dread as he realized the people he saw weren't actually people, they were monsters. Monsters attached to one big organic pile made from flesh and bone. Apollo, filled with horror, desperately tried to swim back through the inky blackness back into his world, praying to whatever gods there were that they would keep him safe.

His prayers and screams were met with silence.

Apollo woke up in a cold sweat, "Of course it was a dream, nothing like that would EVER happen, not in a million-" Apollo had gone silent. Rethinking his dream, apollo began to piece whatever little things he had together, why were the figures calling to him? What were the figures doing attached to that monster the size of his planet? Why did they look so familiar? Yet again, Apollo was met with no true answers to who or what he was. But, unlike most nights, he didn't go to bed hungry. Whatever was feeding him didn't want to starve him, he supposed.

And that satisfied him.