"Wasn't he dead? Then why is he here watching me with those cold empty eyes..."

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So funny thing, I liked the idea of the DiVine taking a dead body as a skeleton -- And he had DiVine under his skin :o) (surface au)

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First Sighting:

Next Sighting:

After hurting the plants and finding it.

portraits of Mr Underhouse and Lady Emerson

Soris mouth curves gently upwards naturally even when at rest, his lips full and plush. There is a softness to it that hides the sharpness of his smile. His teeth stand in neat, perfect rows, pearly white and restored even after the savages of two years uncared for. His tongue is forked and smooth, long enough to reach past his chin when he yawns.

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It was always cold, but as winter drew near and the temperature dropped precipitously, he knew it would only get colder. His wool, grown wild over the past months, helped somewhat, but with his weight also dropping and his lack of weather appropriate clothes, the cold bit into him like a hungry beast.

He knew he had to get better clothes. He'd watched humans drop things off in bins behind the church, and so he waited until after dark to approach them. Twice as tall as he was and sturdy metal, it took him some time to figure out how to access their contents - eventually he managed to worm a spindly arm through the donation slot when he heard a door slam open behind him.

your age: "I´m not sure."

your perfect date: "Well, if we have to stay away from humans, we could always go explore a cave..." Even monster Gabban, god of a thousand mouths, was a thrill seeker.

make out in private or in public?: "Either way is fine."

do you like to cuddle?: "Yes."

tell me something about you: "I like listening to the plants breathe in the early morning."

why do you want to be my valentine?: "There´s no one else I want. Just you."

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Living with Gabban had been an... Adjustment, to put it lightly. After two years of living in the wilderness, cold and hungry, part of him had forgotten what it was like to be Civilized. To wake up, warm and clean, to get dressed in clean clothes that weren't full of holes, to sit and eat and not have to scrounge for food.

Having servants was odd as well. He'd never been in such a position, usually acting as one himself, but almost as soon as he'd entered Gabban's home he'd had humans at his beck and call. They were the ones who'd sheared him (under strict supervision by Gabban, of course), who brought him his food, books and plants when he asked. They never lingered too long, but that was alright. He had Gabban now.

Sleep had been hard the first few nights. Any little sound or creak would wake him, ready to run and hide. It would take hours to get him calm enough to try again, and most nights now he found himself curled up with Gabban, ear pressed against his chest. While the odd gurgling of his insides had unnerved him at first, now they were a comfort.