Let me Devour you
((An indie Ask/RP blog for an OC inspired by RotG, tracking #lorddevourer))

((FC: Undertaker from Kuroshitsuji and Tharnduil))

((None of the pictures used are mine unless stated otherwise))

((M!A: In the form of a little girl for a unspecified time))


I am the true Lord of the cosmos, throughout history. Humans think me a mere celestial object and have labeled me as such, calling me NGC 4889. You however may address me as Your Majesty or should you feel daring, Lord Nero.

I've been around far longer than you can imagine. Keep in mind that you don't merit my attention, but if you insist on grovelling I don't care to stop you.

ofdeathandfear:

lorddevourer:

"The trick with no gravity of your own is to not get stranded without a grip." She grinned, watching the runt struggle fruitlessly in the air. Under the key principles of motion he’d be stuck there ad infinitum or unless someone saw mercy.

Hm, to leave him there to be discovered by whoever would venture here, or have mercy on what was essentially the possession of another?

"You could always try utilising a few laws of physics." If the runt was smart enough to know some key principles, it might be able to deduce that propelling something in one direction would likewise send it to the opposite one.

Valrún scowled. Well, he was already stranded! That was useless information as he’d already come to that conclusion on his own. When Nero offered another tidbit, the boy’s scowl turned to a look of confusion.

His head tilted. “Physics?” That was a new word. “What does that mean?” As it didn’t feel right to just stay still while he tried to glean more information from the Black Hole, the little hound began paddling his legs again. He did manage to turn himself in a circle, but otherwise remained stationary in the air.

He heaved a large breath of frustration, teeth bared at nothing in particular. Why was this so hard?! But the sharp exhale had resulted in the very concept Nero had in mind. Valrún blinked as he felt himself moving backwards. 

As quick as the anger had come, a triumphant smile replaced the snarl. The little hound sucked in another deep breath and blew. Slowly, but surely, he was moving across the sky. Just as he felt himself running out of breath, Valrún must have come to the edge of Nero’s altered field of gravity for the boy plummeted to the ground and landed hard on his belly.

Ow…

"I think I know what physics means now," he managed.

Here it was again, in the most unlikely of places. That frustration dawning to the light of discovery through the simple process of trial and error fuelled by sheer stubborn will. The one thing about the living that made them never cease to interest - how the most insignificant and basic of things could cause such a reaction.

"So you’ve gained some wisdom. A pity it didn’t stop you from propelling yourself outside the sphere of influence - had there been a further drop you might have ended up in a… state."

lorddevourer asked: A streak of light, like a falling meteor flashed through the sky, landing heavily just outside the glen. Little could tell that apart from any shooting star, save the accuracy of its travel. Unaccounted for after what had happened on the Clipper, a certain someone had finally returned. 

motherovernature:

lorddevourer:

motherovernature:

Her location was settled within sufficient visual distance of her core. Not much around it gave away the gravitational ring that could pull any passing object into the rift that was its maw. She sat with her legs crossed beneath her upon a rock, her chin propped on her steepled hands. 

What was she to do about the growing thing? Perhaps in time she’d be strong enough to attempt moving it, but for now she kept this section of the glen not accessible.  

Seraphina’s thoughts were interrupted by a familiar signature entering her glen. She’d swallowed a great deal of anger and irritation from a few days ago, but her concern for Nero’s well being had ridden beside her care for her father since that rather hectic and stressful day after waking. 

Quickly she traveled to Nero’s landing spot, oddly calm externally, but internally she felt a turmoil in uncertainty. 

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Oh dear, there was a sense of concerned dread that settled in her, though more at this over all situation than any current party involved. She had worried that going into stasis would set up some issue, and well something had unfolded in a very negative fashion. 

It was upsetting.

Seraphina shuffled closer, her lips pursed tentatively, brows furrowing.

"Yes I do believe it has and I’ve done nothing reckless to jeopardize the work, I suppose that itself is an improvement.

And I would suppose it would be best and wise for you to tend to yourself for awhile. What… what will happen?”

"A lot, I’d imagine." She smiled sardonically. “Only some will concern us at least. Time is a capricious bastard to those it can’t ensnare.”

"Specifically though, I’ll take care of your necessary feedings as quickly as is safe for you. I’ve already visited your core and started a little work to limit its growth. If you still insist on keeping it contained and separate I can see what can be done to push that effect further."

Nero pursed her lips thoughtfully, an almost-frown. There was so much to get done on a schedule, and time was ticking down. She should have gone through the energy and effort to undo the grey curse before it caused this - but perhaps it wouldn’t made much of a difference in the long run.

"This avatar of mine is broken beyond repair now, so we’ll have to be a bit more hurried than I’d like."

fox-todd-and-teller asked: "My my, Nero," Isfet states, "You look different." 

fox-todd-and-teller:

lorddevourer:

lorddevourer:

"A bit of a change of pace, yes." She agreed, making minor adjustments to her levitation so as to not having to actually look upwards at the other black hole.

"It has so far proved an interesting study on subconscious reactions the living have based on outward appearance."

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"Ah. a very valid point. Very will then. I do not need to know right away. Perhaps I will personally study it in my own time. Well, if you would permit me at least this much to know, how have you been? How has your region behaved?"

"My territory remains pristine in its isolation, as always. It’s so very easy to rule over those that see you either as their saviour or an omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient deity."

Thus the tendency to frequent the territories of others, where the possibility for unsettlement and change was much more likely. Frankly, it was preferable to the state of her own galaxy, but certain things simply couldn’t be compromised.

"Of course that means I must look for entertainment elsewhere, like here. The local one doesn’t seem to much care about little intrusions, as long as they don’t stay permanent."

spadekeeperwitch:

lorddevourer:

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"What do you hold most dear~?"

Reaper thought of the question. Exchange her prized possession for information and staying alive? She didn’t seem to have much of a choice. The Haunted reached into her pocket, and pulled out a small bracelet. The bracelet was a bit small, made out of different color strings and decorated with small charms.

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"This bracelet was created by a colleague of mine years ago. It hold some form of magic, and it is precious to me."

By the minute changes in her scent, she wasn’t lying. The trinket itself didn’t seem all that precious, but if it held some small enchantment and was important… well.

"I accept this in exchange."

Not that the bauble was worth anything to her, but it was the most precious possession of her conversation partner. That would be enough.

ofdeathandfear:

lorddevourer:

No rules, then? Well, none for the runt, for certain. She would have to limit herself to just toying with him, to not cause permanent damage that might antagonise her fledgeling.

Sharp eyes followed Valrun’s movements in the tree, half-surprised that the boy could still move with that level of grace despite three times the gravity - as well as none of the branches breaking. The runt must be malnourished.

Well, not her problem.

Judging by the runt’s movements his plan was easy enough to deduce, and as he jumped a thought was enough to return him to a state of no gravity, spinning loose through empty air.

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"Careful now."

Foiled again! The little hound spun harmlessly in the air, a scowl on his face. This was harder than he’d anticipated… The swimming lessons Magolor had been giving him came to mind, and he started doggy paddling in an attempt to move in any direction with little result.

Valrún jerked his head about, looking for anything around that could help him. But all that surrounded the boy was empty air. Every brainstorm he came up with landed with the same answer: he was stuck.

He gave a long-suffering huff before finally asking for help. “How do I move around? Is there a trick?”

"The trick with no gravity of your own is to not get stranded without a grip." She grinned, watching the runt struggle fruitlessly in the air. Under the key principles of motion he’d be stuck there ad infinitum or unless someone saw mercy.

Hm, to leave him there to be discovered by whoever would venture here, or have mercy on what was essentially the possession of another?

"You could always try utilising a few laws of physics." If the runt was smart enough to know some key principles, it might be able to deduce that propelling something in one direction would likewise send it to the opposite one.

This week’s episode of Doctor Who is called ‘Kill the Moon’

omnipotentmoon:

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"We are not amused, Doctor.”

And the previous one was “The Caretaker” <w<


posted on 30.09.2014 at 2:36 via omnipotentmoon - 21 notes [ reblog ]
tagged as: #ooc #just sayin

hero-and-the-monster:

lorddevourer:

She nodded, satisfied. The Nightmare King, in whose wake of destruction many a black hole had feasted. The end-bringer of the Golden Age of the constellations - one similar unto the people of planets as the cold stars themselves were to celestials.

Sharp eyes observed the shadowed form keenly, through green-hued echoes of long-dead starlight. Despite it having been some time since The king’s fall and disappearance it seemed that he had not diminished at all.

"A pleasure to meet you, Pitch Black." A small bending of the neck showed that she held a modicum of respect to that name, and a flashing grin that it was still just a modicum.

"To what do I owe the merit of your attention?"

       The lack of modicum for the creature of preeminence in antiquity had little budge as it merely gazed upon the other entity without shift. A faint continuous motion of darkened shade patterns, if looked closely, could probably be seen on the figure, despite such a inky black color. A soft squish was created as the white orbs vanished for a brief moment and then reappearing in the same spot; supposedly it blinked, but out of what reaction?

       Its hands never moved down to the side, holding its position in connecting from one hand to another. Though it was not a defense reaction or even one of comfort as it would be commonly use amongst mortal internal minds. It merely kept the hands at bay for it lacks of decision of what to do with them at the moment.

       It seemed almost insensible with physical features and motions of both un-matching and displeasing to those of who enjoy analyzing the other.  It, however, could analyze the other. The repeated shift in eyes as she try to evaluate the creature, bent of the neck to acknowledge it, eyes dialing in focus.

"I sensed your presence and was quite… intrigued…."

"Indeed?"

Flattering, in a way. And yet still a touch unnerving with implications mostly unconnected with the being of Pitch Black, more in tune with his possible intentions. New acquaintances in this form were a risk, though in most cases a titillating one.

She floated a touch higher, not perturbed by the unreadableness of the other’s form as much as she was in the keenly-felt lacks in her own. This meeting was far from being on her terms, but hostility seemed to not be on the agenda this day, so she would undoubtedly manage just fine.

"What in it itrogues so much?"

lorddevourer asked: A streak of light, like a falling meteor flashed through the sky, landing heavily just outside the glen. Little could tell that apart from any shooting star, save the accuracy of its travel. Unaccounted for after what had happened on the Clipper, a certain someone had finally returned. 

motherovernature:

lorddevourer:

motherovernature:

Her location was settled within sufficient visual distance of her core. Not much around it gave away the gravitational ring that could pull any passing object into the rift that was its maw. She sat with her legs crossed beneath her upon a rock, her chin propped on her steepled hands. 

What was she to do about the growing thing? Perhaps in time she’d be strong enough to attempt moving it, but for now she kept this section of the glen not accessible.  

Seraphina’s thoughts were interrupted by a familiar signature entering her glen. She’d swallowed a great deal of anger and irritation from a few days ago, but her concern for Nero’s well being had ridden beside her care for her father since that rather hectic and stressful day after waking. 

Quickly she traveled to Nero’s landing spot, oddly calm externally, but internally she felt a turmoil in uncertainty. 

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The signature was his but it did not look like him. It was clear there was a great deal of disorientation, and the figure of a child looked like it had been fed to the wolves. She felt her anger swell in her chest, the simmering fire flaring as she had desired for her mentor and friend to be returned unharmed.

Like hell this was unharmed!

Everything her eyes saw in Nero at that moment had been everything she could never imagine  for him. It scared her, a protective urge rose inside of her, until she saw him back to his strength she would do her best to protect him. That concept was strange to think.

Seraphina approached slowly, reaching out in whatever way she could with her presence, her mind, just so she didn’t take him by unpleasant surprise.

"Lord Nero… I’m here." She held a great deal of uncertainty, though one thing was clear to her, she wanted to keep this injured form safe.

The first reaction to hearing her fledgeling call her name was a slow blink, enough to mask both the startlement and the surprise and disgust at said startlement. She should’ve known her coming for miles. A moment of thought revealed that Seraphina had even deliberately tried to not startle her.

But all in all it wasn’t a great surprise. This avatar was defective and damaged, though luckily not so much on the outside. That much had become clear when she’d taken a detour to the asteroid belt to add some substance to her feeding.

"Your second Feeding seems to have settled fine." The levitation was as natural as ever, though Nero’s gestures were slightly clipped, just like an added undertone in her voice.

"An… agreement was reached, for now. We can concentrate on more important matters.”

Near the start of this m!a Nero was gifted garments more suitable for her current shape by lord Stallion (thefancyzodiac). I have a feeling I’m not doing them enough justice, but here we are.

The opposite direction of layering on the kimono is on purpose btw… that’s how the dead are dressed.

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