05-03-2018, 09:02 AM
Aizawa had been lucky enough to stumble upon someone familiar as soon as he had woken up. He didn't have to be alone, unlike his students had. He may have been better off than they had, not with his battle knowledge (because he didn't have much of that anymore) but with his size and cunning, but he never had the chance to find that out. Sometimes, though, he did feel like walking away. He got overwhelmed by everything--Snowbound, the new people, the fact everyone was an animal that could talk--it was all too much for him sometimes. It almost felt like it would drive him crazy in the end. The glimpses of his own death haunting him didn't help, either.
Because of his stress, he found himself walking about the territory more than he stayed at camp. He would make the excuse that it was too cold for his liking, but really the cramped quarters and unfamiliarity of it made him uncomfortable. He knew it was probably safer in the cave system, but he didn't care. He was stubborn and wouldn't listen to reason. If he did end up in trouble, he at least wouldn't be that far away.
He was trekking about the border, as usual nowadays, when the scent of iron caught his nose. It was a bit chilling how familiar it had come to be to him. It brought back flashes of violence and screaming. He shook his head, clearing his mind of those thoughts, as he had to investigate what was going on first. He followed the scent and turned in it's direction, unsure what he would find. Whatever it was, it probably wouldn't be that bizarre. He had seen enough so far to not be surprised anymore. But he had been wrong.
So wrong.
The lion takes a breath. Then it stays, caught in his lungs until they start to ache. It feels like the world slows down, and there's just the sight in front of him--red against white, a shade of green that made his stomach turn itself over. He wasn't close to Izuku, or at least he didn't think so. But he still found himself clenching his jaw, sharp teeth grating against each other. Anger and worry bubbled in his chest. The cocktail of emotions brewing inside him didn't show on his face, though. It managed to stay as placid as ever.
He's so caught up he doesn't realize he's staring, standing there with a blank look. He pushes his puzzling emotions aside and steps forward, managing to keep the bitterness inside him at bay for now. It's odd to him, since he's not really responsible for Izuku or any of his other former students anymore. Yet he still was in rage, his tail lashing and his ears pinned back against his head, simply chalking it up to instincts he had developed as a teacher. He made a mental note to figure it out later.
"What happened?" it's all Aizawa can think to ask. He keeps his distance, not wanting to startle him. He knew he was skittish after everything that had happened, and he didn't want to scare him while he was like this.
"SPEECH"
Because of his stress, he found himself walking about the territory more than he stayed at camp. He would make the excuse that it was too cold for his liking, but really the cramped quarters and unfamiliarity of it made him uncomfortable. He knew it was probably safer in the cave system, but he didn't care. He was stubborn and wouldn't listen to reason. If he did end up in trouble, he at least wouldn't be that far away.
He was trekking about the border, as usual nowadays, when the scent of iron caught his nose. It was a bit chilling how familiar it had come to be to him. It brought back flashes of violence and screaming. He shook his head, clearing his mind of those thoughts, as he had to investigate what was going on first. He followed the scent and turned in it's direction, unsure what he would find. Whatever it was, it probably wouldn't be that bizarre. He had seen enough so far to not be surprised anymore. But he had been wrong.
So wrong.
The lion takes a breath. Then it stays, caught in his lungs until they start to ache. It feels like the world slows down, and there's just the sight in front of him--red against white, a shade of green that made his stomach turn itself over. He wasn't close to Izuku, or at least he didn't think so. But he still found himself clenching his jaw, sharp teeth grating against each other. Anger and worry bubbled in his chest. The cocktail of emotions brewing inside him didn't show on his face, though. It managed to stay as placid as ever.
He's so caught up he doesn't realize he's staring, standing there with a blank look. He pushes his puzzling emotions aside and steps forward, managing to keep the bitterness inside him at bay for now. It's odd to him, since he's not really responsible for Izuku or any of his other former students anymore. Yet he still was in rage, his tail lashing and his ears pinned back against his head, simply chalking it up to instincts he had developed as a teacher. He made a mental note to figure it out later.
"What happened?" it's all Aizawa can think to ask. He keeps his distance, not wanting to startle him. He knew he was skittish after everything that had happened, and he didn't want to scare him while he was like this.
"SPEECH"