04-13-2018, 02:47 AM
He knew this was a bad idea.
Bad idea bad idea bad idea --
He'd gotten separated from Todoroki, Fiontan, whatever -- that wasn't the plan. He was bleeding and he was hurting, and he was just so far from home. Why'd he let Todoroki convince him to leave the Thunderlands? He'd been -- it'd been good there. Now his quirk wasn't working properly, and he was alone, and he was scared. His pelt was bristling as he slinks along the brambles, ears pricked for signs of movement. At least when he'd had company he hadn't subject to the same overwhelming paranoia, the terror of every stranger he came across. Not all of them hurt him -- but there was a reason he was so wary on his own.
His side prickles with pain as his gaze slides across the field. He hovers next to the treeline for a long few moments, feeling hesitant over being so exposed. But there were so many flowers, it was so ... pretty. He can see sunflowers standing tall, uncountable numbers of little red and white wildflowers. If that wasn't enough to bring him out of survival mode, the marigolds certainly were -- Izuku's first aid was almost out, and the chance to restock on basic flower herbs was just too tempting. A long hesitation, and Izuku steps from the cover of the treeline, and strides into the field. The grass covers him fairly well -- it doesn't provide him with quite the same reassurance as the forest, familiar and comforting. It wasn't a redwood, but it reminded him of the Thunderlands regardless -- he didn't have any real attachment to the people, but he'd become well acquainted with the forest, felt safe under the trees. But tall grass -- wasn't a bad second. Still, the little maine coon is shaking as he stops to gently sniff at a marigold. It soothes his nerves a little, and he grins uneasily as he pulls the flower from its stem. Then he tucks it behind his ear -- flowers are pretty, and it felt nice to wear one. Plus it'd probably get smushed in his bag, and that was no good. He'd have to grind these things into ointment later, thanks.
Bad idea bad idea bad idea --
He'd gotten separated from Todoroki, Fiontan, whatever -- that wasn't the plan. He was bleeding and he was hurting, and he was just so far from home. Why'd he let Todoroki convince him to leave the Thunderlands? He'd been -- it'd been good there. Now his quirk wasn't working properly, and he was alone, and he was scared. His pelt was bristling as he slinks along the brambles, ears pricked for signs of movement. At least when he'd had company he hadn't subject to the same overwhelming paranoia, the terror of every stranger he came across. Not all of them hurt him -- but there was a reason he was so wary on his own.
His side prickles with pain as his gaze slides across the field. He hovers next to the treeline for a long few moments, feeling hesitant over being so exposed. But there were so many flowers, it was so ... pretty. He can see sunflowers standing tall, uncountable numbers of little red and white wildflowers. If that wasn't enough to bring him out of survival mode, the marigolds certainly were -- Izuku's first aid was almost out, and the chance to restock on basic flower herbs was just too tempting. A long hesitation, and Izuku steps from the cover of the treeline, and strides into the field. The grass covers him fairly well -- it doesn't provide him with quite the same reassurance as the forest, familiar and comforting. It wasn't a redwood, but it reminded him of the Thunderlands regardless -- he didn't have any real attachment to the people, but he'd become well acquainted with the forest, felt safe under the trees. But tall grass -- wasn't a bad second. Still, the little maine coon is shaking as he stops to gently sniff at a marigold. It soothes his nerves a little, and he grins uneasily as he pulls the flower from its stem. Then he tucks it behind his ear -- flowers are pretty, and it felt nice to wear one. Plus it'd probably get smushed in his bag, and that was no good. He'd have to grind these things into ointment later, thanks.
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