06-26-2018, 02:18 PM
IVAN ZIMAVICH BRAGINSKY ✧ russian bear dog — proxy — tags[/color]
The dog looked at his scratchy Russian, turning as Vigenere walked in. He gave a warning bark at the cat, then paused. He knew him, but the cat was in his domain and it needed to be clear who’s den this was.
He did the same when Malphas came in, but his greeting included a small growl. He didn’t trust the newcomer. Looked too much like Beck and he wasn’t pleased with that cannibalism stunt.
“My.... name.” He gestured to the practiced letters in the dirt. “Son of Winter.” he said, more confidently and puffing his chest out.
At Malphas’ question, Zimavich beckoned him over, gesturing to the dirt again. He dragged his paw in the dirt to make letters, then scrapped it away. ”One way.” he then took a stick in his mouth, dragging it to make another letter. ”Another way.” He took a rock and did the same thing.
He did the same when Malphas came in, but his greeting included a small growl. He didn’t trust the newcomer. Looked too much like Beck and he wasn’t pleased with that cannibalism stunt.
“My.... name.” He gestured to the practiced letters in the dirt. “Son of Winter.” he said, more confidently and puffing his chest out.
At Malphas’ question, Zimavich beckoned him over, gesturing to the dirt again. He dragged his paw in the dirt to make letters, then scrapped it away. ”One way.” he then took a stick in his mouth, dragging it to make another letter. ”Another way.” He took a rock and did the same thing.
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