Ivan kept his eyes averted from him. "No, it is nothing that you said. And I do not dislike the birds." He couldn't tell Gilbert any more. He didn't want to. "Now move aside, Mr. Beilschmidt." he asked.

"Call me gilbert". He insisted first "and cmon whats up?" He didnt move, people didnt call him stubborn for nothing.

Ivan glared up at him at last. "Nothing you would understand." he huffed. "Now move aside!" he was getting annoyed with Gilbert's strong will.

"Nien, if your mad talk about it. Its better then letting it stew trust me i know". He still didnt move

Ivan continued to glare. "I told you, it is not a matter which I can speak about to you! Now step aside! I will not ask you again!" he growled.

He frowned "And why not? I dont judge, ive had my fair share of lows and issues. So try me". He still refused to move, what was he gonna do!?

Ivan was breathing heavily. "Fine." he growled. "I am an awful person. These birds cannot possibly know of my sin and my crimes. Yet they act lovingly anyways, as if that is going to magically fix everything."

The crimes bit worried him but he shook it off for a moment. He put a hand on the mans shoulder "but dont you see? Thats what makes them so awesome!? It might not fix things but you can always come back to them and know that no mater what you did wrong, their waiting for you. To make you feel better and to love you and make you feel wanted!" He tried to explain what his birds did for him, and how awesome they were!!

Ivan faked a smile. "I will try to remember that, Gilbert."

He could tell the smile was faked "go spend some time with em sometime and youll see. For now ive gotta feed some more animals so they dont start. You can go see em now if youd like unless you want to help me or do your own thing. He started to walk toward the barn where he kept the pigs and goat and the smaller yard that held the cows and sheep.

Ivan nodded slowly. Perhaps he would just visit them. Though he doubted it would do anything at all to help. He followed Gilbert into the smaller yard.

He notice ivan was following him. He pointed out the cows in turn "Chloe and Posey. Their sisters". He pointed at the single sheep "Puff". He grabbed some of their feed "can you grab some to bitte?" He put it in the feeder for the cows.

He nodded, grabbed some of the food, and put it in the feeder.

He then headed to the barn and pointed to the goat "hes grump, watch out hes old and will kick at you for practically no reason besides his constant bad mood." He got some food for the goat and put it in a feed thing. "And those are my pigs. "Its smokey, porkers, and piggy. Piggys the only girl and shes bosses the other two around its hilarious to watch". He grabbed a buck from the wall that hand bits of food and stuff in it. He dumped it into the trough. "So now youve you met everyone"

Ivan had a look around. "Quite the lot of names to remember." he laughed.

"Ja but they wont know if you mess em up so..." He shrugs laughing. "Shall we go back to the house?"

He laughed. "Yes, let's." he responded.

(Time skip)

He climbed the stairs waving to ivan "im going to bed night dude". He went up to bed and changed before getting under the covers thinking about what ivan had said earlier about being awful and his crimes and sins... It worried him... He was alone with him in the next room. It really worried him.... He hoped he was a changed man.... But these were heavy thoughts for before bed. He shook his head and turned out the light relaxing back. He needed to sleep. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep and soon he was out cold.

((Warning: You will probably get feels from this, and it has some pretty bad violence.))
Once he was sure Gilbert had fallen asleep, Ivan crept out of his quarters, knife in hand, and down the stairs as quietly as he could.
He had to kill. He couldn’t abstain any longer!

He transformed back into his true form, then went through the wall by manipulating shadows to get outside silently. He made his way to the barn. He peeked inside, and the birds were asleep. Thank goodness….

Ivan walked up to a pig, knife in hand, and began to stab it. He didn’t know which one it was, nor did he care. The pig squealed, but was quickly silenced as Ivan repeatedly thrust the knife into it. The blood poured out from the wounds, and Ivan ripped the corpse apart with his claws, eating some of the flesh. He wiped the blood from his mouth with his arm. It felt so good to kill…

He was so angry! How could Gilbert even pretend to understand his problems?! He was shaking in rage and anger. How could….

Just then, one of the birds, which had been awakened by the pig’s struggles, landed on Ivan’s shoulder.
Ivan grit his teeth and snatched the bird from his body. “Do not touch me.” He growled. The bird looked up at the beast with despair, but the beast did not listen to its pleas. “Do not pretend you know me, bird.” He wrapped his fingers around it, clenching his fist and covering it from view. “Do not pretend that I may redeem myself.” He began to squeeze. “Do not pretend that you can comfort me and make everything all better.” The bird let out muffled chirps of pain, which Ivan ignored. He opened his palm, and the bird was clearly in pain and feeling betrayed by the new man he had shown so much love to in the morning.
However, the beast had not yet finished his work.
He took the knife and slit the bird’s throat, killing it…

The beast stared down at the corpse for what seemed like eternity; a mix of anger and sadness clouding his thoughts.

Then he collapsed to his knees, realizing the gravity of his actions. What had he done?! He just killed an innocent bird! A bird which provides Mr. Beilschmidt with comfort! Mr. Beilschmidt will surely mourn for this bird, and it will be all his fault…..

The beast crawled over to the dilapidated corpse of the pig and got its blood onto his fingers. Then he stood, and wrote out a message in blood on the side of the barn:

“MONSTRUM.”

He then crept inside the barn and placed the dead chick in the middle of the room….
Only to be startled by the sudden clamor of the birds. Shit! They were so loud; so angry at him! They were going to awaken Gilbert! Ivan ran into the corner and covered himself in shadows as quickly as he could, making himself invisible to the naked eye… He had to hide! If Gilbert found out that he did this, he would never be forgiven!

The birds began to freak out. The strange man had just killed one of their own and surrounded the dead bird. One more forward and nudged it chirping softly and sadly he birds all cuddled together morning their brother loudly.

Gilbert awoke hearing the noise he raced downstairs grabbing his knife in his way out to the barn. He raced past the horses to the barn and froze at what he saw. There was blood everywhere. He saw two of the pigs freaking out and a third had been torn to shreds. He raced over not yet noticing the bird. He bent to the corpse his eyes sad and horrified, what had happened. He inspected the corpse... No animal he knew. Then he noticed the word... Monstrum?... What was this. Then he notice the birds. They parted when he approached he dropped to his knees at the sight he saw and slow and gently lift the tiny corpse. He recognized him it was the one that had already been hurt... The bandage was still on it wing... The tears began to flow and a careful shaky finger touched the wound on it neck. That was a blade.... A human did this... But who!? Who would do this!? The other birds converged on him providing comfort as he cried for his friend.... Why.... Why?

Ivan watched from the corner as they mourned. How he wished he could simply kill them all and move on. He would have no problem hiding all of the evidence.....

No.

He couldn't do that.

He couldn't kill Gilbert, nor any more innocent birds. Thus, he remained in the corner in silence; the taste of the pig still fresh on his tongue.

He eventually rose and went to a corner, taking a bow and some arrows. He knew it wasn't an animal but he had try and see if he could find something.... maybe he sound get another dog.... a guard dog... animals were expensive and he couldn't afford to lose to many.... though he also bonded with his animals and personally couldn't bare to lose any more. It tore his heart to see how piggy was ripped apart... she was pregnant too... he had been relying on those pigs for the upcoming winter.... he'd need a new plan and fast.

And then there was the bird... that had to be a personal jab, anyone who knew him knew how dear those birds were ti him. They didnt have a farming profit and they were completely innocent... there was no good reason for killing one...

Ge felt anger boiling inside of him, he want to kill whoever did this. He stepped into the woods and drew back the bow fitting an arrow in before losing it with a deadly purpose into a foxs heart... how dare someone come onto his land and kill his animals, he had never wronges someone in the town.... at least not majorly! Hed take it ti the guard tomorrow for now hed hunt

Ivan got a lump in his throat. Damn, he'd hit Gilbert where it hurt. He removed his cover of shadows (He could not keep it while mobile) then went through the wall and began to wander the woods aimlessly. He had to get away from the birds; away from the barn.... The leaves crunched below his feet as he crept around. He'd hoped Gilbert wasn't near, but couldn't be certain. he honestly had no idea how good the man was with a bow.

He shot a few more animals and quickly found himself wishing for his sword he was so much better with it. He pulled out a small knife, itd have to do. He found his old tree he called anger tree. It had tons of slash marks from years if coming back. He had carved years of anger into this trees bark. He began to slash at it yelling out his fury and carving more and more into the tree

Ivan heard Gilbert's cries. Was he in trouble? He had to admit he was concerned for the man. Despite the danger, he tried to approach as quickly and quietly as he could.
Gilbert was simply slashing at a tree? How strange... Yet it seemed like an effective method. 'Is this what humans do to release their anger and bloodlust?' he thought to himself