after years, movement. // open, joining!

[guts]

The stench of rot and blood caught his nose first. Aizawa had been passing by, checking the traps Jacob had helped him to set up, when he had first smelled it. It was painfully familiar to him now, the metallic scent of blood, but he luckily didn't know too much of the deathly smell that hung in the air. Then the voices drifted over to him. He glances down at what one of his traps had caught before turning away, deciding it would be fine to leave it for a little longer. He doubted anything would come and grab it up when he was such a short distance away. It would only take a second, he hoped.

The growing scent makes his stomach roll, his face scrunching up in discomfort. He stops and peers at what they had all gathered around, quickly taken aback by the sight. It only strengthened the feeling of disgust inside him. He shouldn't have been, but he was still surprised to see the deer up and walking, despite the deep wound in it's throat. They looked just overall sickly. He was suddenly aware that he could have come back like that, a walking corpse, and was for once thankful for his new body.

He clears his throat before speaking in a low, monotone voice. "I'm Aizawa Shouta." he then falls silent again without much else to say. He figures he might as well state his name for future reference, though he isn't sure how to feel about having such a thing walking about camp.

"SPEECH"

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