DON'T GO WASTING YOUR DEVOTION | open, ooc task

[LAZARUS]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]This is going to make Lazarus sound really damn miserable, but he doesn't know much about music. Or love, much less soulmates. His life before being dragged from that hellish pit was all about survival — food, water, fighting. Scars littered the Cane Corso's face and body, old and new. His antler still throbs from earlier pains, one branch entirely snapped off and still oozing blood through the bandage. It hurt to the point of agony, that hurt where Gabriel himself barely allowed to touch it, but it kept his head on straight. No starting fights when there's still pinpricks of red on his body. It's also the sorta pain that keeps him from walking away when he stumbles on... this. Cropped ears pull as far as they can, and for a moment he just listens. The words, the flow, the meaning — all of it flies over his head, but it makes something twinge in his chest. Once the two of them stop, Lazarus takes a hesitant step closer and sits down. For once, the canine doesn't look distant or cold, just kind of lost. "What does that mean?"