one trick pony -- hunting patrol

[guts]

It's kind of ironic that Aizawa was leading a hunting patrol even though he wasn't the best at it himself. Still, he was always either doing border patrols or napping, so it didn't leave him with much choice. It was either that or a herb patrol, and he didn't know how to tell the plants apart, so it would have been a lot more disastrous than a hunting patrol would be. Even if Izuku came along, he'd probably be the only person collecting anything.

He stops at the edge of the village, watching as his clan-mates went about their daily lives, a serene calmness blanketing the small group. He was thankful for the peace and quiet, something he had been missing out on for a long time. "Gather around for a hunting patrol," he calls out, pausing to wait for others to gather around.

//here have this sucky post

"SPEECH"

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[NUI HARIME]

ASPIRING FIRES !

nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehunter — hard physicality

hunting was second nature to nui. stripped down to her barest attributes, she was little more than a predator. a being of death on swift limbs and honed paws. she lived to feed off of the entrails of her prey and drink the ichor from their body.

it was gruesome, but in reality it was nui's nature.

she had been dangerous-- dangerous, she still was. but she was the devil dressed in pink little frills and her fire had been masked with an over-enthusiastic childishness.

when the time came to shred the hide of prey, that mask was no more. her body was a tiny thing, but lean and shrouded in unnatural grace. even as she slithered through the snow, aizawa's call for hunting sent something sharp and feral through that molten, ocean-blue eye.

the idle smile on her face grew into a grin, little ivory shark teeth glinting, and she turned a sparkling gaze to the icestriker. a group hunt? really? what a lucky little day.

"i'll be coming along."

#psychosocial.

[Leigh]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Magika wasn't a hunter. He never killed anything in his life. In this form-- as a lammergeier-- he had no need for meat, surviving purely off of bones through the scavenging on a carcass that had been long picked clean. When he had been a unicorn, well that was pretty self explanatory. Herbivore and all that. He did not eat meat. Period. But it wouldn't stop him from at least aiding his clanmates in their hunting ventures. So here he was, hopping along the snow towards the two that had gathered. Aizawa; Mag had seen him at his joining, as well as around camp whenever the bird decided not to hole up somewhere. Nui was an unfamiliar face to him. He hadn't met her formally before aside from the occasional spotting from across the way. The male would offer a small chirp of greetings. "I'll join too. I'm pretty shit at hunting but I can help you track something down if you need it." he offered with a shrug.

[Character Graveyard.]

Kirishima hadn't really hunted in this body before, nor had he ever hunted for food in his life before. So this was something new for the young male. A large-grin on his maw, he would hurry over to the gathering group of Snowbounders. "Count me in!"

tags :: updated 7/26:

basics.
✯ Eijirou Kirishima (Goes by Kirishima or Kiri)
✯ Cis Male
✯ Eight Months
✯ Padfoot of Snowbound
✯ Ambassador for Moonlight Vale
✯ Has the Snowflake and Duckling titles

appearance.
✯ Maned wolf
✯ Orange, black and white pelt
✯ Red eyes
✯ Has a scar over left eye
✯ Bruises shape of hooves on side and chest
✯ Has one broken rib and a burn wound on side
✯ American accent
✯ Former human

relationships.
✯ Friends w/ Izuku, Bakugou, Tsuyu, Tokoyami & Todoroki
✯ Considers Aizawa and All Might as his mentors
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ Homosexual
✯ Single
✯ Crushing on Bakugou
✯ No offspring

interaction.
✯ No powers
✯ attack in ORANGE