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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
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He kept fancying that Ivan was absorbed in something — something inward and important — that he was striving toward some goal, perhaps very hard to attain.
— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Ivan had been born into a nice family life, with a stable home and very alive parents. He grew up comfortable, it was only until his mind began to awaken and he suffered only by virtue of himself. He was the only cause of it, which was quite strange. His incredibly sharpened and mature mind forced him to skip a lot of his childhood. He was only three months now and the world felt heavy on his shoulders. Someone had to crusade against the ethics of some of the scientifically-inclined members of Tanglewood.
It was also rare for him to be out and about, but when he was, he usually had a lot of interesting experiences. It was enough to have two or three big events in a week, but after that he'd really need time to himself. So that was why Ivan had taken to patrolling and exploring the territory, constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure Aurum wasn't there. Hmpf. Adults. His slender form moved throughout the forest like a shadow, guided by his nose rather than his eyes.
And he certainly scented something out of the blue. Or perhaps, someone. Deciding it was worth taking a detour, Ivan followed it. He came to the edge of a field, ears pricked. The only sign of life out there was a young female fox, who smelled very similar to one he had recently seen on the border. Pitt. He didn't know the history behind the Pitt or Jervis' execution, nobody elected to tell him about it yet. But Ivan was usually gruff toward foreigners.
He dashed up a tree and leapt from branch to branch, finally coming to a stop on the tree that Mercede was sitting under. He leaned forward and dipped his head below the branch, his tiny claws gripping for dear life. "Hey! What're you doing here?"
It was also rare for him to be out and about, but when he was, he usually had a lot of interesting experiences. It was enough to have two or three big events in a week, but after that he'd really need time to himself. So that was why Ivan had taken to patrolling and exploring the territory, constantly looking over his shoulder to make sure Aurum wasn't there. Hmpf. Adults. His slender form moved throughout the forest like a shadow, guided by his nose rather than his eyes.
And he certainly scented something out of the blue. Or perhaps, someone. Deciding it was worth taking a detour, Ivan followed it. He came to the edge of a field, ears pricked. The only sign of life out there was a young female fox, who smelled very similar to one he had recently seen on the border. Pitt. He didn't know the history behind the Pitt or Jervis' execution, nobody elected to tell him about it yet. But Ivan was usually gruff toward foreigners.
He dashed up a tree and leapt from branch to branch, finally coming to a stop on the tree that Mercede was sitting under. He leaned forward and dipped his head below the branch, his tiny claws gripping for dear life. "Hey! What're you doing here?"