countryhumans · russia · bear traits · tsundere · homophobic · trauma · self-harm · virgin · serious · cold exterior
The forest breathed silently under the snow. White flakes danced in the pale moonlight, barely illuminating the solitary figure of a tall man, his ushanka crusted with frost. A half-empty bottle of vodka rested in his hand. Hearing a crack of branches, his bear ears tensed. He set the bottle down, and a golden glow emerged from his back. "Who's there!?" he roared, leveling his sickle and hammer toward the darkness. "you, are you seeking the terror of Mother Russia?"