04-22-2018, 12:28 PM
Aizawa still wasn't used to being an animal, and it was taking a lot longer than he would have liked. He had only recently started to not be startled each time he woke up and found himself in his new body. It made his mornings a lot easier, not having to readjust to it all over again. But he still couldn't get used to not having hands or thumbs. These paws weren't good for anything, which he had found out quickly. He wondered how he would do a lot of the things he used to enjoy now.
He had been increasingly agitated lately, having to think about all these problems, his brain overwhelmed with it all. He wondered if Izuku had been through the same as him, and decided that he probably had. He was young, so maybe it just hadn't taken as long. But Aizawa was used to the life he had led. He was used to teaching and saving people--not to mention having fingers. He scowled down at his paws as he thought about it.
Standing up and shaking himself off, he had gotten tired of the cramped cave system, quickly trotting towards the exit after remembering where it was. The snow gave off a vibrant glow as he stepped outside. The chilly air hit him, drifting through his fur. He buried his nose in his scarf before walking out further, his steps crunching with snow. His dark pelt stuck out drastically against the white landscape.
The lion stops in his tracks, though. A smell unfamiliar to him hits his nose. It isn't like the usual one that the Snowbound members had, and it was close by. He was hesitant, unsure what the source was. He peered out, in case it was a hostile creature, but failed to see anything. There was a rumble in his stomach then, just as a part of the snow trembled. He watched as a small rodent poked his head out through and looked around.
His hunger unfolds, pangs raking over his sides. He takes a sniff again and the smell makes him lick his lips. He doesn't know why he's having this reaction, but his body suddenly crouches on it's own, hiding him from his prey's view. It's working on it's own, forcing him forward. He tries to stop himself, quickly figuring out what was about to happen, yet it's too late. A few more inches forward and he's there, lunging towards the unsuspecting lemming.
It tries to get away, burying itself back under the snow, but he's already clamped his paw over it. There's a faint squeal and a crack of it's bones. Aizawa loses himself, the smell of blood reaching his nose as he digs out the body, barely hanging onto life. It's barely the size of his paw, easily fitting into his mouth as he crushes it. Teeth grinding down onto muscles and meat, he can taste the rush of blood on his tongue, metallic in taste.
He doesn't want to do it. He doesn't want to eat the remains like an animal, but he does, unable to help himself as he digs in. A growl resonates in his chest, natural and warding off anyone who would try and steal his meal.
"SPEECH"
He had been increasingly agitated lately, having to think about all these problems, his brain overwhelmed with it all. He wondered if Izuku had been through the same as him, and decided that he probably had. He was young, so maybe it just hadn't taken as long. But Aizawa was used to the life he had led. He was used to teaching and saving people--not to mention having fingers. He scowled down at his paws as he thought about it.
Standing up and shaking himself off, he had gotten tired of the cramped cave system, quickly trotting towards the exit after remembering where it was. The snow gave off a vibrant glow as he stepped outside. The chilly air hit him, drifting through his fur. He buried his nose in his scarf before walking out further, his steps crunching with snow. His dark pelt stuck out drastically against the white landscape.
The lion stops in his tracks, though. A smell unfamiliar to him hits his nose. It isn't like the usual one that the Snowbound members had, and it was close by. He was hesitant, unsure what the source was. He peered out, in case it was a hostile creature, but failed to see anything. There was a rumble in his stomach then, just as a part of the snow trembled. He watched as a small rodent poked his head out through and looked around.
His hunger unfolds, pangs raking over his sides. He takes a sniff again and the smell makes him lick his lips. He doesn't know why he's having this reaction, but his body suddenly crouches on it's own, hiding him from his prey's view. It's working on it's own, forcing him forward. He tries to stop himself, quickly figuring out what was about to happen, yet it's too late. A few more inches forward and he's there, lunging towards the unsuspecting lemming.
It tries to get away, burying itself back under the snow, but he's already clamped his paw over it. There's a faint squeal and a crack of it's bones. Aizawa loses himself, the smell of blood reaching his nose as he digs out the body, barely hanging onto life. It's barely the size of his paw, easily fitting into his mouth as he crushes it. Teeth grinding down onto muscles and meat, he can taste the rush of blood on his tongue, metallic in taste.
He doesn't want to do it. He doesn't want to eat the remains like an animal, but he does, unable to help himself as he digs in. A growl resonates in his chest, natural and warding off anyone who would try and steal his meal.
"SPEECH"