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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
He knows he shouldn't investigate when he hears Aurum wail for Selby. The feeling in the lion's voice was enough to make Ivan press his skinny form to the ground in submission. Even the golden eagle pricked up both her heads, but seemed to recognize the utter distress and pain of the situation. She made a swift turn around and burrowed herself under the porch of the home, one of her four golden eyes glowing in the shadows. Ivan had never seen her so upset.
He hates his nature, to be able to think, to be able to know the difference between good and evil, it makes picking the wrong path all the more painful.
Ivan's form is only seen in the doorway of Feza's home for split second. He can smell death, he can see the rope, and he knows it's Feza. He hadn't been particularly close to her, but he wasn't close with anyone for that matter. He didn't know her by her vibrant colors, as his world was only seen in limited hues, but by her sweet candied scent. She had a festive attitude that Ivan could not comprehend, but was somewhat envious of because he knew that he could never achieve something like that.
She was the last person in Ivan's mind that would ever do this.
Guessing that his father would not like him to be here, Ivan left as quickly as he came. He would have said a prayer, but he didn't believe in such things. Nothing exists after death, right? He often felt very lonely, but this scarred his soul like a hot iron. Heart weighing in his chest as heavy as a stone, Ivan set his paws into a gallop, and with every heave and burn of his lungs, he tried to feel alive. For Feza.
He hates his nature, to be able to think, to be able to know the difference between good and evil, it makes picking the wrong path all the more painful.
Ivan's form is only seen in the doorway of Feza's home for split second. He can smell death, he can see the rope, and he knows it's Feza. He hadn't been particularly close to her, but he wasn't close with anyone for that matter. He didn't know her by her vibrant colors, as his world was only seen in limited hues, but by her sweet candied scent. She had a festive attitude that Ivan could not comprehend, but was somewhat envious of because he knew that he could never achieve something like that.
She was the last person in Ivan's mind that would ever do this.
Guessing that his father would not like him to be here, Ivan left as quickly as he came. He would have said a prayer, but he didn't believe in such things. Nothing exists after death, right? He often felt very lonely, but this scarred his soul like a hot iron. Heart weighing in his chest as heavy as a stone, Ivan set his paws into a gallop, and with every heave and burn of his lungs, he tried to feel alive. For Feza.