04-22-2018, 05:21 PM
Aizawa had long accepted the fact that none but Izuku would understand his burdens. Even then, he'd never let the feline know how he was suffering to fit into his new environment. He constantly felt out of place. Still, he held on to the hope that the feeling would pass soon enough. He wanted to do something, even if he didn't know what yet. There was an urge inside him, one that tugged him towards something he didn't yet know about.
His stomach is rolling, both from hunger and nausea. The scent and taste is almost too much for him. Of course, he had never eaten something he had just caught before, as it was unheard of. But he decided it was a natural thing now. But it didn't help much to ease the churning of his insides. He squints down at what little remains, only bones in the snow. Red coats both the white around him and his muzzle. Making a face, he licks at the stains on his face and paws, his attention quickly caught by the voice that speaks out to him.
The lion narrows his eyes, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He definitely hadn't been doing well lately in terms of eating. His diet had naturally changed with his new form, and while he wasn't an idiot and was well-aware of what large felines ate, he just wasn't sure how to catch anything. This had been his first time hunting anything. He had made some mistakes, sure, but he had caught something at least, if the small rodent counted for something.
"Keep it. I'll find something myself" he says, independent and stubborn as ever. Aizawa knows he's incompetent in finding food, but he would learn quickly enough. Or someone would teach him--if they could put up with his hard-headedness. He was only ever used to being the teacher, not the one being taught.
"SPEECH"
His stomach is rolling, both from hunger and nausea. The scent and taste is almost too much for him. Of course, he had never eaten something he had just caught before, as it was unheard of. But he decided it was a natural thing now. But it didn't help much to ease the churning of his insides. He squints down at what little remains, only bones in the snow. Red coats both the white around him and his muzzle. Making a face, he licks at the stains on his face and paws, his attention quickly caught by the voice that speaks out to him.
The lion narrows his eyes, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He definitely hadn't been doing well lately in terms of eating. His diet had naturally changed with his new form, and while he wasn't an idiot and was well-aware of what large felines ate, he just wasn't sure how to catch anything. This had been his first time hunting anything. He had made some mistakes, sure, but he had caught something at least, if the small rodent counted for something.
"Keep it. I'll find something myself" he says, independent and stubborn as ever. Aizawa knows he's incompetent in finding food, but he would learn quickly enough. Or someone would teach him--if they could put up with his hard-headedness. He was only ever used to being the teacher, not the one being taught.
"SPEECH"