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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 —
Two specific occurrences that happened in the past would shape Ivan's future interaction with Tanglewood's newest member. The first was the time Aurum's MAMA form had emerged after Moth suffered an attack from a gator. The spiked worm-like creature existed in Ivan's mind as the "beast with many eyes" and he had not at all fond memories of them. In fact, he had fainted while his younger brother suffered a seizure. If it weren't for Caustic, Ivan was not sure where he'd be by now.
That was the first, but the second was far more recent, and the connection of this moment to this certain past was what riled Ivan in a panic in the first place. The earth had similarly gone through a more violent tremor, one that ended his mother's life. There was not more to be said about that.
So Ivan, once he felt the ground shift and groan under his feet, bolted without a thought to the direction in which he was going. Unfortunately for him, he ended up running towards the epicenter. He saw a gathered group there already and recognized most of their scents. He started towards them, but immediately dug up his heels when the ground birthed a creature that only existed in Ivan's nightmares.
The young black cat stood stock still, his fur rising and ears folded back against his skull in alarm. He could feel his pulse pumping in his toes, in his ears, in his tail. The boy's flanks heaved and, as in all of his stressful reactions, had taken to holding his breath. The booming voice — he was not sure where it came from because there was an eye where Ivan would have assumed the mouth would be — only petrified him further. Unlike last time, he had greater control and did not faint on the spot, but the dizziness in his head would not go away. He didn't even speak. He didn't even feel like he existed in this actual moment. If he had said something, he didn't hear it, just as he couldn't hear what the others were saying.
That was the first, but the second was far more recent, and the connection of this moment to this certain past was what riled Ivan in a panic in the first place. The earth had similarly gone through a more violent tremor, one that ended his mother's life. There was not more to be said about that.
So Ivan, once he felt the ground shift and groan under his feet, bolted without a thought to the direction in which he was going. Unfortunately for him, he ended up running towards the epicenter. He saw a gathered group there already and recognized most of their scents. He started towards them, but immediately dug up his heels when the ground birthed a creature that only existed in Ivan's nightmares.
The young black cat stood stock still, his fur rising and ears folded back against his skull in alarm. He could feel his pulse pumping in his toes, in his ears, in his tail. The boy's flanks heaved and, as in all of his stressful reactions, had taken to holding his breath. The booming voice — he was not sure where it came from because there was an eye where Ivan would have assumed the mouth would be — only petrified him further. Unlike last time, he had greater control and did not faint on the spot, but the dizziness in his head would not go away. He didn't even speak. He didn't even feel like he existed in this actual moment. If he had said something, he didn't hear it, just as he couldn't hear what the others were saying.
— I'M MORE AFRAID OF IVAN THAN THE OTHER ONE.