06-13-2020, 01:16 PM
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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 —
Ivan had found the Vitruvian Man diagram and studied it, though not without blushing and embarrassment, mainly because he found it a mere wishful fantasy to dream of being a human. Still, it did intrigue him, and he was reminded of the time he had confronted Caustic about having a body. In essence, perhaps, Ivan was human. He could think and act of a free will (or so he thought). This perhaps was the most concerning to him, and he kept it to himself mainly because he did not feel the need to startle or shock his Clanmates. He did not want to be ridiculed either, for being the crazy individual holding the lantern.
Ivan had often felt irritated that he was not born as some noble creature. He had recently come to the theory that perhaps he wasn't as chained down to animalish instincts because he was a domesticated animal. But even so, it still didn't sit right with him. These things hurt his head terribly and often gave him migraines, but Ivan pushed through it in some part because he did not want to run away from the rift he caused.
A howl shook Ivan from his sleep, ironically, this was his own instinct at play, forcing the young cat into an attentive mode to pinpoint the sound. He had fallen asleep on his book, but that was abandoned in the way he strained his ears. There were wolves in Tanglewood, but he had never heard them howl. It was cut short and Ivan had finally realized it came from Caustic's home. His eyes peeled wide in a strange, uncomfortable feeling. He was silent for a few beats, then rose his hackles in alarm as a second wolf responded. That too was cut short.
Ivan remained still for a while, then finally settled down again, planting his forehead to the ground as his eyes began to fall shut once more. He permitted himself a weak smile. No, he'll allow Caustic to keep his dignity, he'll pretend he did not hear. In the next time he caught the doctor, he could explain his latest theory in the necessary tyranny of base animal instincts.
Ivan had often felt irritated that he was not born as some noble creature. He had recently come to the theory that perhaps he wasn't as chained down to animalish instincts because he was a domesticated animal. But even so, it still didn't sit right with him. These things hurt his head terribly and often gave him migraines, but Ivan pushed through it in some part because he did not want to run away from the rift he caused.
A howl shook Ivan from his sleep, ironically, this was his own instinct at play, forcing the young cat into an attentive mode to pinpoint the sound. He had fallen asleep on his book, but that was abandoned in the way he strained his ears. There were wolves in Tanglewood, but he had never heard them howl. It was cut short and Ivan had finally realized it came from Caustic's home. His eyes peeled wide in a strange, uncomfortable feeling. He was silent for a few beats, then rose his hackles in alarm as a second wolf responded. That too was cut short.
Ivan remained still for a while, then finally settled down again, planting his forehead to the ground as his eyes began to fall shut once more. He permitted himself a weak smile. No, he'll allow Caustic to keep his dignity, he'll pretend he did not hear. In the next time he caught the doctor, he could explain his latest theory in the necessary tyranny of base animal instincts.
— I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.