LOST [o, development]

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

ZIMAVICH

[div style="text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 5pt lightgrey; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right; width: 500px;"]TANGLEWOOD — PROXY — RUSSIAN BEAR DOG
[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"][i]Ivan was starting to have different mannerisms than Zimavich. Starting with the dog finding one of the scarves Amunet made, and promptly stealing it. He would have left something, but the dog seemed to be on a rush and bothered.
A new pink scarf hung around his dirty neck, despite the absence of scars. He was sniffing parts of the camp quickly, and throughly. As if he were looking for something. Anakin had entrusted him with this duty. Now where were they?
The dog Ivan held himself differently. More straight and in control of his posture. As he got used to this body, he was more aware of it and increasingly aware of the fur and smells. He wasn’t as dirty. Granted, he didn’t know how to throughly clean himself. But he wasn’t jumping in the water as often. No, Ivan resorted to the shade.

Ivan was aware of things like feeding himself, suddenly understood the local gators, and aware of his actual placement.
He wasn’t quite sure what or where Tanglewood was, but he knew he was in it. Zimavich hadn’t been aware of the territory. Ivan wasn’t quite sure what a proxy was.

If you had to ask him, it was a bit like.... slowly waking up. Suddenly he remembered about small objects but he didn’t know where they were. He felt grounded to the Earth.
Ivan felt he was remembering.

Which is why he was troubled now.
”Sekai? Valemon?” he stuck his head in an empty den. ”Ekkreth?”

#psychosocial.

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But Heed this lesson well,
When the weak court death, They find it -

and that was how Fenris stumbled upon him, the war deity brows raised in puzzlement as he watched - those names didn't sound familiar to his ears, so the beast padded a little closer before calling out to the bear turned dog "Are you alright Zima? Anything I can help with?" the proxy seemed to be very determidly looking for someone given he was inspecting empty dens and the like, hm.

[sub]TANGLEWOOD - REGENT - TAGS - REF (9FT) - EXTREME[W]isker[/sub]

[COSMIIX]

AMUNET GHANA ✧ REGENT — TANGLEWOOD — TAGS

Amunet had made a bundle of scarves to take to the Ascendants but she realized one of them were missing, her nose twitched a bit at the familiar smell of Zimavich and she would walk out of her home almost tempted to spread her wings but the only issue was that her wing was still bound in a cast. She would make her way over standing next to Fenrisulfr unable to hide a bit of her puzzlement of how Zimavich was acting but she offered a smile realizing that he had one of the scarves she knit on. She nodded slowly as if agreeing with Fen, she would help her friend find whoever he was calling out to.

© madi

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

ZIMAVICH

[div style="text-shadow: 0pt 0pt 5pt lightgrey; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: right; width: 500px;"]TANGLEWOOD — PROXY — RUSSIAN BEAR DOG
[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Ivan’s head shot up, ears perked back and giving an inherent growl. It immediately ceased when he saw it was Amunet. His ears went back at Fen, uncomfortable with how much taller the hellbeast was than him now. It made him feel threatened and he didn’t like it. The dog’s lilac eyes seemed to be brighter, stronger. More determined, as if there was finally someone behind there.

[i]“Cubs.” He said quickly, stepping away and sticking his nose in the air. He trodded around the empty home, moving to the next one and repeating the same process. ”Valemon?” He huffed. ”Ekkreth?” He went into the home, sniffing again. “Sekai? Where?”

#psychosocial.

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

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