Zillo

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What is your job?
Undertaker.

Have you ever had a serious relationship before coming on the show?
No.

What do you care about the most in the world?
My familiar.

What are you obsessed with?
Death.

Biggest fear?
That I will die a boring death.

What is the best thing that ever happened to you?
Finding my familiar.

The worst?
My parent's dying in a boring fashion - how rude can they be?

What is the one word you would use to describe yourself?
Dark.

One word strangers would use to describe you?
Creepy.

One word your friends would use to describe you?
Morbid.

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When she turned back around, Juniper let out a little yell. There, standing in front of her, was the most morbid looking dragon she had ever seen.

"Oh. Hi. Sorry, I didn't quite see you there." Juniper placed a claw over her heart, trying to stop the pounding.

"Hmm." The voice was a low rumble, sliding through the air like molten iron. "Quite."

"Um. Yeah." She fidgeted with the hem of her dress before glancing back up at him. "Who are you?"

"Zillo."

"Oh..." Juniper shifted awkwardly for a moment. "Well, I guess I'll see you inside then."

"Perhaps. If we both make it there."

Juni's eyes were wide as he walked away. What had just happened?

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"Zillo."

The skydancer gazed at her silently, eyes glazed over.

"You are just...you kinda freak me out. You're always talking about death. That scares me. So I just can't keep you around."

"Figures." He slid into the shadows, and Juniper shuddered.

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