07-19-2018, 06:42 PM
IVAN ZIMAVICH BRAGINSKY ✧ russian bear dog — regent — tags[/color]
He had slid the scarf over the German Shepherd nose, too. He tied it and used it as a “leash” to guide him back to the camp. He took it off when they arrived, wrapping it back around his neck. He ushered him along with the sharp points on his mask, barking at him to follow, and brought the German Shepard to his house. Ivan was just moving into it, and there wasn’t much to look at. A little corner for him to pray at, a mound of blankets, knitting supplies and terrible products.
Ivan took off his mask, revealing the fluffy mutt face of the bear dog. ”You said.... you knew me.” He said, shutting the door, and moving to the basket of terrible knits. He started taking the out, searching for something and glancing at the dark. Green was his color. Zimavich grabbed a novice, dark green scarf. The knitting wasn’t near as even, it had holes and looked like the maker was new to knitting.
”The dog brain is very powerful... but healed my dementia... I need to remember who I was, Duet...”
Ivan took off his mask, revealing the fluffy mutt face of the bear dog. ”You said.... you knew me.” He said, shutting the door, and moving to the basket of terrible knits. He started taking the out, searching for something and glancing at the dark. Green was his color. Zimavich grabbed a novice, dark green scarf. The knitting wasn’t near as even, it had holes and looked like the maker was new to knitting.
”The dog brain is very powerful... but healed my dementia... I need to remember who I was, Duet...”
© madi