08-01-2018, 04:22 PM
♛ WORDS I SPIT OUT WHEN THE FRUSTRATION TAKES ME, THERE'S NO TAKING THEM BACK NOW, THAT I KNOW —
Sometimes he thought he would have preferred a desert over Snowbound's chilly tundra, but really, he was dying out here, too. His fur was too short for the cold, but his mane was too thick for the heat. Plus his scarf wasn't helping matters. But he had other things to focus on currently, such as kicking someone's ass. He could understand Atbash not wanting to get involved with the Typhoon, but this was unacceptable. Some might have seen them as weaklings that were afraid to hold their own, and he was here to prove them wrong, that there were ones that weren't afraid to get their paws dirty.
Aizawa kept an eye out as he walked through the sand, the scent becoming stronger as he came across a jungle oasis, the lull of water only encouraging his thirst. But he held off, swallowing to try and dry his throat, then continued further into whoever's territory this was. When he had confronted Stryker, he had said something along the lines of the Pitt. It was an ominous name, but considering how few people he saw, he wasn't very intimidated. Even so, he kept low, stalking through their camp until the faint sound of voices caught his ears. From the looks of it, they were having a meeting.
The lion stuck to the shadows, hiding in the underbrush and luckily coming up just behind what seemed to be their leader, his claws unsheathing before he leaps forward and aims to crash into Yes Man. If he succeeds, he aims to hold him down with one paw on his throat, claws inches away from digging into his flesh.
He stares up at the members surrounding them, glare hard and his lips curling. "Don't move. I don't think you want your leader's throat sliced, do you?" he threatens and presses down harder on the tom's neck for emphasis. Hopefully he wouldn't end up crushing his windpipe on accident.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black; font-size: 24px;"]— AIZAWA ♛
#psychosocial.Aizawa kept an eye out as he walked through the sand, the scent becoming stronger as he came across a jungle oasis, the lull of water only encouraging his thirst. But he held off, swallowing to try and dry his throat, then continued further into whoever's territory this was. When he had confronted Stryker, he had said something along the lines of the Pitt. It was an ominous name, but considering how few people he saw, he wasn't very intimidated. Even so, he kept low, stalking through their camp until the faint sound of voices caught his ears. From the looks of it, they were having a meeting.
The lion stuck to the shadows, hiding in the underbrush and luckily coming up just behind what seemed to be their leader, his claws unsheathing before he leaps forward and aims to crash into Yes Man. If he succeeds, he aims to hold him down with one paw on his throat, claws inches away from digging into his flesh.
He stares up at the members surrounding them, glare hard and his lips curling. "Don't move. I don't think you want your leader's throat sliced, do you?" he threatens and presses down harder on the tom's neck for emphasis. Hopefully he wouldn't end up crushing his windpipe on accident.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px black; font-size: 24px;"]— AIZAWA ♛