08-05-2018, 01:01 AM
He's only ever lived about sixteen years, sixteen years as a human before being sent to this hellhole. Two years was a long time for him. It was more than enough time to grow powerful, more than enough time to crush his competition with an angry swipe of his paw. And yet Bakugou was taking his own sweet time, angrily marching along sand whilst he bitterly stares at the shore. The ocean, untamed like him. He briefly considers letting his paws sizzle at the tips of the water, warm the foaming edges, when he notices something that doesn't appear to be a sea-spawn. The beta hisses. A stranger, another bloody stranger thinking they could trot wherever they pleased. Pah, as if he'd just gloss over her figure and ignore her. His ears were already feeling hot, hotter than the fur on his back which was being blasted by the sun whilst his body heat rose indefinitely above the charts. Since coming to the Typhoon, simply pressing against Bakugou could probably result in an uncomfortable burn. He was no good at controlling his temper, nor was he any good at getting sensitive tasks done. He had the ability to make a situation suddenly explode, like as if his quirk lived on through the fiery touch of his tongue.
His eyes were almost ablaze, crackling like the hearth of a fire when he finally settles his gaze upon her. A hellhound. For the strangest of reasons, Bakugou was confident he could take her down if she dared to attack him. The ragdoll had an inflated sense of pride. The universe may have decided to nerf him but they couldn't nerf is unwavering, angry soul. He was burning from the inside, from his throat, from his paws. "The fuck are you doin' out 'ere?" the tabby growls, twitching an ear in vexation of the female. He looks at how she's letting the water touch her feet. He's immediately assumed she's not here to attack. Why would she, after all, trot so close to the water? But as thoughts run along his head, he's then immediately cautious again. He doesn't show it on his face but he wonders if such a creature was capable of water manipulation, a contrast to that of his fire. He surely hopes not but he'd still naively pit his chances against a possibly aggressive canine no matter how big she was.
His eyes were almost ablaze, crackling like the hearth of a fire when he finally settles his gaze upon her. A hellhound. For the strangest of reasons, Bakugou was confident he could take her down if she dared to attack him. The ragdoll had an inflated sense of pride. The universe may have decided to nerf him but they couldn't nerf is unwavering, angry soul. He was burning from the inside, from his throat, from his paws. "The fuck are you doin' out 'ere?" the tabby growls, twitching an ear in vexation of the female. He looks at how she's letting the water touch her feet. He's immediately assumed she's not here to attack. Why would she, after all, trot so close to the water? But as thoughts run along his head, he's then immediately cautious again. He doesn't show it on his face but he wonders if such a creature was capable of water manipulation, a contrast to that of his fire. He surely hopes not but he'd still naively pit his chances against a possibly aggressive canine no matter how big she was.