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ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN.
I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.
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IVAN
slav. "god is gracious"
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a son, a brother
tormented soul
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ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN.
I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.
Meetings were sparse, but it made them all the more precious for Ivan to attend. He had been so much younger at the last one. He heard his name and leaned forward, but it was just the same as what happened in the last meeting. Ivan's social hierarchy remained moot. Another 'shout out' while Alaric got to advance. The five month old worked his claws into the ground and swallowed.
Still a fucking kid.
He stared right down at the ground hearing Leroy speak of companionship during trying times. The backbone of the Clan — it was not an understatement — Aurum, was gone. Moth was gone. Atticus was gone, but they wouldn't talk about that. Atticus' pleading pounded his head again, and then he saw his brother's glaring yellow eyes, clear as day in front of him. Ivan blinked rapidly and his chest heaved. He strained his ears, thinking that he had heard the visitor's voice again.
Maybe leaders have to pull shit out of their mouth for the sake of keeping it all together. He doesn't blame Leroy. Ivan saw nothing but darkness in his foreseeable future, a born pessimist. The only good thing now was that Caustic was on the track to potentially becoming the next proxy. Ivan's opinion of the wolf had developed quite favorably.
"Atticus ..." Ivan muttered after Leroy concluded the meeting. He cleared his throat. "Atticus is gone, too." Not many seemed to know. But Ivan would never forget.
Still a fucking kid.
He stared right down at the ground hearing Leroy speak of companionship during trying times. The backbone of the Clan — it was not an understatement — Aurum, was gone. Moth was gone. Atticus was gone, but they wouldn't talk about that. Atticus' pleading pounded his head again, and then he saw his brother's glaring yellow eyes, clear as day in front of him. Ivan blinked rapidly and his chest heaved. He strained his ears, thinking that he had heard the visitor's voice again.
Maybe leaders have to pull shit out of their mouth for the sake of keeping it all together. He doesn't blame Leroy. Ivan saw nothing but darkness in his foreseeable future, a born pessimist. The only good thing now was that Caustic was on the track to potentially becoming the next proxy. Ivan's opinion of the wolf had developed quite favorably.
"Atticus ..." Ivan muttered after Leroy concluded the meeting. He cleared his throat. "Atticus is gone, too." Not many seemed to know. But Ivan would never forget.