THE MOON IS CRUMBLING BUT THAT'S OKAY || SPARRING PRACTICE || OPEN

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IVAN
slav. "god is gracious"
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a son
a brother

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ALYOSHA, MY DEAR, MY ONLY SON, I'M AFRAID OF IVAN —

There were two things holding Ivan back; his species and his age. He recognized the limits of his physical capabilities quite well and although he was still upset at his poor lot in life, he'd try to make the most of it. Being born in a time of peace had also softened his soul, and it was probably why he was constantly searching for some way to torment himself.

If he couldn't do it now, at least he could watch and learn. That was his thought process behind the whole thing, so as he approached, he hoped that he wouldn't be thrown out. For this reason, he walked over confidently and listened carefully, looking over each of the ones who had thrown their hat into the ring.

The oriental Maine coon settled himself very close to Caustic, relaxing into a laying position and tucking his paws neatly under his dark fur. He figured sitting next to the wolf who had said he would sit out for the time being would communicate to Bloodhound that he wasn't going to participate.

Eyes half lidded, he murmured thoughtfully to Caustic, though loud enough for anyone else to hear. "I'm betting Vigenere will get his ass handed to him. Snarl'll probably win against everyone."

— I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.