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Ivan had barely seen his third moon of life, but he strove to own every heartbeat of that timespan. Wonder fueled his activities, and he held himself aloof. He thought that he was quite intelligent compared to other kittens, though he did have his divergences into enjoying the simpleness of childhood. He only had a few actual strong convictions, but he played devil's advocate and purposefully drove himself in contradicting circles to make himself feel smarter. In other words perhaps, he had all the necessary brain power for higher activities but was sorely lacking in a guide. He also noticed that he had no real hobby, and no physical artificial thing that he enjoyed having. He hoped he would figure out his five items for Beck. He didn't want to let him down, but how could he face his older brother and tell him that I cannot find something or some activity that I can properly call my own.
Stumps drive him to recklessness and recklessness made him ignore the warning signs of Caustic's fence. He squeezed through the holes, accidentally slicing his large, tender ear on something and he winced, leaving a little trail of blood behind him. It clotted by the time Ivan trespassed far enough to find Caustic in his experiment. He hated being fascinated by Caustic's mannerisms. He didn't smell good first of all, and Ivan had bitterly lashed out on his first actual conversation with the wolf. But, just as a passerby slows his walk to gawk at a gruesome murder scene, Ivan finds himself mesmerized by Caustic's method that he finds just as horrifying as watching the two headed thing kill its siblings. Even then in the birds nest, Ivan was enthralled. In a bad way. Because he knew that it was wrong. Why the same principles do not apply to someone such as Caustic, Ivan doesn't know.
He had the politeness to wait for Caustic to finish speaking to ... himself? Well Ivan could not see anyone else. He would have thought Caustic had gone mad. He hadn't noticed the recorder. "I'm going to let that rabbit free." He finally spoke up. A threat, as threatening as a kitten with absolutely no knowledge of how to work cages could be.
Stumps drive him to recklessness and recklessness made him ignore the warning signs of Caustic's fence. He squeezed through the holes, accidentally slicing his large, tender ear on something and he winced, leaving a little trail of blood behind him. It clotted by the time Ivan trespassed far enough to find Caustic in his experiment. He hated being fascinated by Caustic's mannerisms. He didn't smell good first of all, and Ivan had bitterly lashed out on his first actual conversation with the wolf. But, just as a passerby slows his walk to gawk at a gruesome murder scene, Ivan finds himself mesmerized by Caustic's method that he finds just as horrifying as watching the two headed thing kill its siblings. Even then in the birds nest, Ivan was enthralled. In a bad way. Because he knew that it was wrong. Why the same principles do not apply to someone such as Caustic, Ivan doesn't know.
He had the politeness to wait for Caustic to finish speaking to ... himself? Well Ivan could not see anyone else. He would have thought Caustic had gone mad. He hadn't noticed the recorder. "I'm going to let that rabbit free." He finally spoke up. A threat, as threatening as a kitten with absolutely no knowledge of how to work cages could be.