IVAN ZIMAVICH BRAGINSKY ✧ russian bear dog — regent — tags[/color]

Ivan had gone lately. Maybe he had been meditating or he had been cooped in his cabin. He was gonna let them believe whatever they wanted.
He was free now. The only thing that mattered to him now was his postition- if he still had it. He'd felt rather lazy lately. He'd been given things back by Anakin. The knowledge of using his powers and his memories coming back.
But... That was a dead man to him. The stoic and funny bear named Ivan.
But the rabid dog- maybe that was Zimavich.
He didn't like that version of himself either. It was too young to be him, and he didn't like the dog's brain.
So the scarred bear rising out of his cabin. He had new scars, A visible bite on his throat and long gashes under his belly. Maybe it was a miracle he was even alive.
He slump outside his cabin, lazily basking in the sun in his big polar bear body.

IVAN ZIMAVICH BRAGINSKY ✧ russian bear dog — regent — tags[/color]

Zimavich’s massive head turned, slumping slightly to look at the yellow cat. The cross was still around his neck, lost in the mass of fur, and his eyepatch had been traded out for a plain black one.
Zimavich remembered everything right now. His recent venture back into a bear would, no doubt, start killing him. Maybe some small part of him wanted to die, felt it was his time. He didn’t have the guts to kill himself either.

Old Ivan would have wanted to go down in battle, new Zimavich wanted to die peacefully and quietly. He was an old man waiting to die alone.

Asking him if he was okay, the bear blinked dull purple eyes, then rolled over onto his side, lifting his legs to display the scabbed bite and the long, massive gashes turned scars. "They are sore.”