07-18-2018, 09:47 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Izuku's stomach feels like it's eating itself alive. It hurts. It hurts a lot. Izuku is tired and he's cold even though it's not cold where he is and everything hurts. He's so tired. His paws shake as he shoves himself along, and he can barely support his own weight. There's blood dripping from wounds and it's just so hard to move. He's so hungry. He hasn't eaten much of anything in .. weeks, and people won't leave him alone and he's .. he's scared. He .. hasn't thought about it in ages, but he misses home. He misses his mom, he misses All Might. He misses his classmate and home and he misses his mom's cooking. He hates eating garbage and roadkill because it all tastes gross but Izuku can't hunt consistently enough to support himself off anything else. Even the thought of food makes his stomach twist and Izuku wants to curl up and hold himself. But he can't. He can't. His vision is blurred and he's so alone and scared and everything is just so bad. His breath hitches and -- then he can't support himself. His paws wobble and give and then he's on the ground, eyes squeezed tight. His head is buzzing and everything hurts and he can't think straight --
and then he's out like a light.
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When he wakes up, he's .. covered in something. He's still cold, and hungry, and tired, but he's .. not sure. He doesn't want to wake up. He's tired. He's tired. He just wants to give up. There's no point. There's no point. If he gets up, he'll return to a cycle of hopeless survival and wounds and hunger and he'll starve to death, soon enough. He can't -- he could just .. wait here till then. Sleep till he isn't anymore. There's no point.
"You're awake?" A voice. Izuku curls into himself. No. Nonono. He doesn't -- doesn't want to deal with this right now. He doesn't .. doesn't want to fight anyone. Not right now. The only reason he'd ever survived was because of .. One for All, really. Strength and power and speed and crackling electricity, now. Made up for the massive gap in power and everything else between him and the others. "I'm not going to hurt you," It promises. Izuku's ears flatten. lying, lying, lying -- A paw brushes against his shoulder and hovers, hard to notice because of the blanket. Izuku flinches, just waiting for the moment the claws sink in. But they don't come. And, for a long few moments, there's silence before the paw withdraws. The gentle thud of pawsteps as they leave. Izuku feels .. relief, really. Alone. And for a few minutes, all Izuku can really notice is the pain in his stomach and how dry his mouth is. He looks over his shoulder and his wounds are .. treated. White bandages, though some are stained a soft red. Izuku remembers claws and teeth and -- he stops himself there. It's all the same. And he'd remember electricity and snarling and the stance he took. It was all the same. He huffs softly as he lays his head down.
The pawsteps begin to return. Izuku's hearing isn't very good right now, but his ears prick, heart beginning to pound. No no no --. .. But then the scent of prey reaches him as she steps in and suddenly his mouth is watering. His stomach begins to pang even harder than before, and Izuku flinches. But even so, his attention is entirely focused on the slab of red meat as he sits up, eyes wide. "Here," He hears as it's dropped in front of him, but he's not paying attention. He's so hungry. He doesn't -- like, eating meat. Doesn't like the bloody taste and the fact that it's raw, but he's a cat now and raw meat was better than it used to be. So it's without hesitation that Izuku scrabbles forward, and maybe a little ravenously, he begins eating his fill. .. But after a few moments, he's interrupted. "Slow down," She scolds, placing a large paw down to push him away. Izuku can't help it, he glares. His stomach hurts, he can't --. But she shakes her head. It's the first time he's looked at her, really. A leopard. Strawberry orange fur and narrowed amber eyes. There's scars tracing across her pelt, wide and fresh. Izuku barely notices, really. Probably wouldn't have if it weren't for the sharp strikes across her face, obscuring some of her features. But he doesn't care, really. She's just like everybody else. Scarred and battle-worn.
She puts down a bowl of water. Izuku scrabbles forward to that, too. His mouth is dry. He'd gotten more water than food before now, but the water wasn't always clean and water was important. .. But. Izuku doesn't .. understand. He doesn't understand why she's helping.
UHHHHH WIP
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and then he's out like a light.
--
When he wakes up, he's .. covered in something. He's still cold, and hungry, and tired, but he's .. not sure. He doesn't want to wake up. He's tired. He's tired. He just wants to give up. There's no point. There's no point. If he gets up, he'll return to a cycle of hopeless survival and wounds and hunger and he'll starve to death, soon enough. He can't -- he could just .. wait here till then. Sleep till he isn't anymore. There's no point.
"You're awake?" A voice. Izuku curls into himself. No. Nonono. He doesn't -- doesn't want to deal with this right now. He doesn't .. doesn't want to fight anyone. Not right now. The only reason he'd ever survived was because of .. One for All, really. Strength and power and speed and crackling electricity, now. Made up for the massive gap in power and everything else between him and the others. "I'm not going to hurt you," It promises. Izuku's ears flatten. lying, lying, lying -- A paw brushes against his shoulder and hovers, hard to notice because of the blanket. Izuku flinches, just waiting for the moment the claws sink in. But they don't come. And, for a long few moments, there's silence before the paw withdraws. The gentle thud of pawsteps as they leave. Izuku feels .. relief, really. Alone. And for a few minutes, all Izuku can really notice is the pain in his stomach and how dry his mouth is. He looks over his shoulder and his wounds are .. treated. White bandages, though some are stained a soft red. Izuku remembers claws and teeth and -- he stops himself there. It's all the same. And he'd remember electricity and snarling and the stance he took. It was all the same. He huffs softly as he lays his head down.
The pawsteps begin to return. Izuku's hearing isn't very good right now, but his ears prick, heart beginning to pound. No no no --. .. But then the scent of prey reaches him as she steps in and suddenly his mouth is watering. His stomach begins to pang even harder than before, and Izuku flinches. But even so, his attention is entirely focused on the slab of red meat as he sits up, eyes wide. "Here," He hears as it's dropped in front of him, but he's not paying attention. He's so hungry. He doesn't -- like, eating meat. Doesn't like the bloody taste and the fact that it's raw, but he's a cat now and raw meat was better than it used to be. So it's without hesitation that Izuku scrabbles forward, and maybe a little ravenously, he begins eating his fill. .. But after a few moments, he's interrupted. "Slow down," She scolds, placing a large paw down to push him away. Izuku can't help it, he glares. His stomach hurts, he can't --. But she shakes her head. It's the first time he's looked at her, really. A leopard. Strawberry orange fur and narrowed amber eyes. There's scars tracing across her pelt, wide and fresh. Izuku barely notices, really. Probably wouldn't have if it weren't for the sharp strikes across her face, obscuring some of her features. But he doesn't care, really. She's just like everybody else. Scarred and battle-worn.
She puts down a bowl of water. Izuku scrabbles forward to that, too. His mouth is dry. He'd gotten more water than food before now, but the water wasn't always clean and water was important. .. But. Izuku doesn't .. understand. He doesn't understand why she's helping.
UHHHHH WIP
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