Multi-Of-Muses

In general art has been a struggle. But this piece? Only a few minutes without much thought beyond “I want to draw Chaos’ earliest day of existence”

How long had it last been since the Lamb last had a proper date with someone? It had been a long time. Too long.

And yet, they weren’t nervous. Ever resourceful, they already had an easy to carry, small bag tied to the rope around their wide waist. Filled with what would be needed for this date. The weight reminded them greatly of when they started out as a cult leader. Always carrying such a thing filled with gold coins, left over from their time as a follower of the Old Faith. Yet it no longer felt heavy.

Now it was a reminder of how far they had come.

“Are you ready, my star?” They asked Shamarah with a glance over their shoulders.

Normally Azrael was very modest with their choice of robes. Covered from shoulder to waist, arms included, was their typical choice. But today?

Today they allowed more of their wool to be visible. There was no more questioning how they looked underneath their scarlet robes. They weren’t thin or visibly muscular. They were short and stout. Soft in far more places than just their face and wool. A tunic had been replaced with short, baggy pants that were certainly new. Held up by a single rope they’ve had for who knows how long. Hoodless cloak switched out for cotton wings that hung from the back of a black collar and connected to matching ribbons on their wrists.

Simultaneously matched their boyfriend’s usual attire, all while still keeping the regal appearance of a long experienced leader.

"Well...how do I look?" The gator asks sheepishly as he spreads his four arms out and rotates around. It was very clear just from a glance the attire had been woven with both care and attention. Not only was it tailored to match the gator's exact measurements, but there also was an additional set of sleeves custom fitted to accommodate Shamarah's second set of arms. In short, there was a lot of love put into it.

Truthfully, the demigod couldn't help but feel a little bit embarrassed as he showed off his new clothes. Shamarah had nice outfits made for him before, but he always preferred to keep it simple, which is why he often only wore his baggy pants, and still did underneath the robe.

In it's overdrive state, Oron's fire breath turns more into a fully concentrated beam designed for more direct damage.

Two old fashioned immortals being cute in what was supposed to be an intimate moment of a different nature. Look at Azrael being genuinely happy!

"The self driving taxi were a successful line of vehicles that ran for years all over Evimeria. Programmed to be able to cater to the customer's every need, the taxi hosted one of the more advanced AI cores at the time of it's creation. Polite, professional and friendly, it was considered a luxury to ride one of these.

However, like everything else in the Apricitas, the hardware would eventually become redundant and the machines were ordered to be destroyed. This particular unit, EV-5070 managed to break free and ended up joining the Junkyard. 0v3rl0rd gave him a little bit of an upgrade in order to fit in a little bit more, including a painted frowny face.

Now EV-5070 wishes to take revenge on the organic lifeforms that made his customer service job a living hell."

"I do not understand your logic on your choice of housing. I would much rather my palace than some home owned by a foul creature known as a 'landlord'." Overlord continued to take in the building, being visibly utterly repulsed by it. "My chassis is rather heavy for my size. I have to keep my defenses up, there's a lot of enemies that wish for my downfall and are willing to do anything." Overlord spoke up once he was placed down in the apartment, turning to face Sam. "You confuse me. You are an officer who decides to house said homicidal machine. If you were really a creature that upheld the law, wouldn't you turn me in?"

Then Overlord paused. "Who is Max?"

Not that he really cared who this Max person really is, he just wanted to get a grip on his current surroundings. That means understanding the potentially two people who were now housing him for the moment.

"Well if that's what you want buddy I can do that, but Max has his dentist appointment today, that's my partner in law enforcement by the way, and I'm not one to incarcerate villains when my little buddy is not around. He gets all pouty when he feels left out! Besides, not like you've done anything in front of me yet." Okay that was a lie, there was the car that the little guy exploded earlier, but hey last he checked the driver might have been okay, so its still good.

With his arms free, Sam walks around the desk and plants himself in his old office chair. Afterwards, he reaches into the grocery bag of goodies that he got from the convenience store, and pulls out a bag of non-named brand potato chips, before popping them open and crunching on the salty treats in a rather obnoxious fashion.