Who hath the power over every breath and soul [o, shapeshifting]

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

ZIMAVICH

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The dog was impossibly big. Two and a half feet tall but weighing in over a hundred pounds. He looked ready to brawl and ready to [i]win. He attempted to stand, but immediately fell back over and growled. The beast's ears perked at the odd tone and tried to release roars and chortles but received screams and whimpers. He growled once more and heaved himself up, practically crawling his way to the door of his den and sticking his head out.

The dog had two purple eyes- like Ivan's. The bear's eyepatch was hanging around his neck. He lacked any other distinguishing features. Besides his size, he was just... a dog. A normal dog. No scars. No missing parts. He quickly found a mirror and was making faces in it, inspecting himself an disgusted with it. He was all colors of mottled browns with deliciously thick fur.

He panted gurfly and sat down, unsure what to do and started whining.

#psychosocial.