#{nero pls}

[lorddevourer]

"What's your favorite thing to eat?"

Ask my muse a question and they will respond with a blatant lie.

"Oh, you weren't aware? I don't eat. I persist on internal energy alone. One might even say I create it. Certainly enough to share."

"Perhaps you'd like some?"

[twinfoxtails]

uncorruptedchampion replied to your post: “… I wonder if I should stay in this form for one...

“Weird.”

“It’s hard to say something’s weird as simple as this in Gensokyo, right?...”

[lorddevourer]

“Don’t you consider it all a game?” Valrún asked with a sharp intuition that seemed unnatural on a boy his age. He was quiet as he waited for an answer, head canted to the side with a smile that belied the frown across his brow. Had he misjudged the singularity so much? He’d seen Lord Nero as a lion at play with the mice where some mice amused him and he designed to play. Val knew him to be The Apex Predator so didn’t mind being one of his amusements. “I’ve still got growing to do,” he added.

<- previous

“Oh, I do. And yet nobody else seems to share that point of view. Not until you came along, in any case.” It always somehow slipped people’s minds that something could easily be both a game and hold some purpose - but then, it was very easy to play people who’d convinced themselves everything he did had some deeper, nefarious purpose. Desperation born from paranoia was a delightful tool.

The utter lack of anything of the sort in the pup made him... harder to predict. A novelty to deal with, as well. Valrún would fit in well among the peoples of the Silver Galaxy, even with his extent of flippancy bordering on blasphemous by many of their standards.

“There is an upper limit you’ll eventually reach, then? Or do you simply keep growing as you age, at an ever slowing rate?” A hound that could chase comets, even lesser stars, would be a delight to have.