STUPID BEAR [joining]

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

He was absolutely, unbelievably, stupid.
Why did he even bother to investigate further here? Maybe it was the.... he moved his paws around in it again. It made his fur wet and made him feel better, but he forgot it’s name. He was used to that by now- going about his day in a practical trance because he didn’t know who or what or why he was... here.

That was, one of his wrists was ensnared, hung high above so the polar bear was on his hind legs. A massive ten feet tall and he’d tried everything. It was a stupid vine, why couldn’t he break this?

It was sipping at his strength. The bear’s body was littered with marks. A line that traveled down his left side, a ring of missing fur around his neck, his right shoulder, and other little lines. They were all old scars. His fur was as yellow as his teeth- even green and brown, absolutely filthy.
When he tried to reach up and bite it, it got in his blind spot and he would miss. His teeth had long lost their sharpness.
He whipped around at a noise. Rotating his head to see all around. The bear bared an eyepatch on his right- it was black, endowed with a blue triangle.

Anakin.

He’d forgotten his own name. He just remembered Anakin. He remembered Vader and how the lion took care of him. How the lion kept him fed as long as the polar bear did as he was told. Turn into a dragon? Sure! Sit on someone? Sure! Anakin gave him purpose.

Even Anakin was gone now, killed by his own son. It broke his heart and he tried so desperately to, at least, remember Anakin’s last commands. Remember Anakin.

Ivan Zimavich Braginsky, was, unknowingly, attached to Anakin like a dog. That had been Anakin’s original intention for him, but Ivan, in his foolishness and ignorance, was none the wiser.

Of course, that’s how he was here now. The bear knew that Anakin couldn’t rescue him, but the bear was still grunting and snarling.
He felt trapped at that terrified his instincts- he had to break this, he had to.... oh... he settled, his paw still outstretched far from him, and laying on his side, huffing away.

[tristitia]

SEKAI

✯ — that justice i had so wanted to replicate

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Sekai had not forgotten what her older brother had done. How the saber pierced Anakin’s chest. It was a feeling and a picture she wished to forget. She was a Daddy’s Little Girl after all. He had rescued her after she had been tortured, and attacked. Not once, but twice. However, she still had a rebellious streak and delved into her studies. Maybe she should’ve listened to him before it was too late.

The lioness would be traversing the territory, muddy brown fur blending in with her surroundings... but what didn’t blend in was what she saw next. Ivan? The family bear protector? She blinked, astounded. Suddenly, Sekai rushed over to him. He needed help. Unfortunately, that vine was tall. Still, she would attempt to stand on her hind legs and bite the vine. Though muffled, her speech could be understood.
"Ivan! Sorry to see you like this."

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✯ — turned to tragedy before my cynical eyes — ✯

#psychosocial.

[valo-kas]

“[color=salmon]lmao.” they actually spelled it out, the full el-am-ay-oh. out loud, like a bonafide douchebag. valo-kas could help it. this was, to them, a very lmao worthy moment. riggin’ the border was a choice idea.

“[color=salmon]yo uhhhh what is that nasty thing?” obviously it was a bear but that wasn’t entirely what the question was. is it joining or even is it here for a reason at all were both far more accurate questions, but neither were what was asked. valo-kas sat down nearby, making no attempt to help until their quedtion was addressed.

[IVAN Z. BRAGINSKY]

Unfortunately for Sekai, if Ivan couldn’t reach it while he was standing, neither would she. Which is what the bear did too. He could have stayed laying down, but his insides told him, get up and fight.
So, he was unknowingly making this worse for himself, his wrist painfully pulled above his head. His ears pinned back at Sekai and he started to bare his teeth- ”Ivan!”
Who was that? Was he Ivan?
He shooked and rattled his head, Sekai’s paws resting on his chest in her attempts. The bear leaned over, sniffing her graciously and prodding her with his nose.
Who are you?

Memories hit him. Anakin, showing him his cubs. Sekai. Almir. Luke. Valemon. Pluto. Alice. Orders. Orders. Protect them.

Ivan’s free arm moved, aiming to wrap the lion in it, like a hug.... but as he did so, he lost his footing, falling backwards. This would cause Ivan to hit his head and a popping sound to come from his entangled wrist, the bear letting out a groan of pain.