08-12-2018, 10:25 AM
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.”
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.”
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