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IVAN
slav. "god is gracious"
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a son
a brother
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ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN —
Ivan was quite the unremarkable kitten at birth with his small and undersized form. His stature had improved somewhat in his swift feline aging — he now looked more like an adult cat than a child. He made no effort to hide his disdain for those his age group or younger than him. He spared his siblings from this scorning, for the most part. There was, of course, Atticus.
A child's crying wasn't enough for him to change course. Someone else would be better suited to take care of it. He couldn't even keep a goddamn bird safe. Maybe he could find someone else to take care of it. If Aurum were here, he'd adopt it and then Ivan would have to call it a cousin. He would be hard-pressed to admit it, but he missed the two-headed eagle that he had inadvertently adopted as a sort of daughter or sister. However, he had not seen her since the tremors and a sickening pit was clawing at the corner of his gut whenever she crossed his mind (which was quite often, surprisingly).
Mama ...? "Yeah I lost mine too."
That is, until he heard Safflower's outburst. The Maine coon halfbreed angled his ears in half-hearted interest. Upon investigation, he saw two individuals shielding the scrap of fur from the hyena. Weary eyes wavered from each one. If Ivan had been killed at birth, he would have known nothing else. However, now that he understood he existed, he was almost shamefully covetous about life despite the afflictions he was cursed with.
"Why are you both looking at Snarl like that?" He rasped. "All she's doing is standing there."
He figured it must be due to her appearance. He would have felt bad that people distrusted Snarl to be around kids, but he didn't want to give his pity to the hyena. He didn't think she wanted it either.
A child's crying wasn't enough for him to change course. Someone else would be better suited to take care of it. He couldn't even keep a goddamn bird safe. Maybe he could find someone else to take care of it. If Aurum were here, he'd adopt it and then Ivan would have to call it a cousin. He would be hard-pressed to admit it, but he missed the two-headed eagle that he had inadvertently adopted as a sort of daughter or sister. However, he had not seen her since the tremors and a sickening pit was clawing at the corner of his gut whenever she crossed his mind (which was quite often, surprisingly).
Mama ...? "Yeah I lost mine too."
That is, until he heard Safflower's outburst. The Maine coon halfbreed angled his ears in half-hearted interest. Upon investigation, he saw two individuals shielding the scrap of fur from the hyena. Weary eyes wavered from each one. If Ivan had been killed at birth, he would have known nothing else. However, now that he understood he existed, he was almost shamefully covetous about life despite the afflictions he was cursed with.
"Why are you both looking at Snarl like that?" He rasped. "All she's doing is standing there."
He figured it must be due to her appearance. He would have felt bad that people distrusted Snarl to be around kids, but he didn't want to give his pity to the hyena. He didn't think she wanted it either.
— I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.