04-16-2018, 12:39 AM
The pain is searing. With what little energy he has, he manages to look over himself, yet he somehow sustains no visible wounds. (Not to mention the fact that he's a lion now, which he freaks out over internally) He doesn't have much time to wonder where all the blood had come from as he suddenly smells something. Beyond the metallic smell of his own fluids and the lingering smell of fire, he can barely scent something else, accompanied by the faint sound of approaching steps. He jerks in an attempt to get up, but his body is to weary. His heart feels like a bird trapped in a cage. All he can do is lay there and wait, on edge.
A part of him is hoping for a rescue. Aizawa is usually the one to do the rescuing, but under these circumstances, that wouldn't be the case. He still isn't too sure what had happened to him, although he did have a fairly good idea. It just sounded so absurd to him, and his logical senses screamed against it. Yet it was the only explanation he could think of.
He's still as the person-whoever it was-came closer and closer, then stopped. The voice has a familiar note to it, but for the most part, he doesn't recognize it. He's too preoccupied to try and figure it out, either. His world is turned upside down at the sight of a green cat. It was as if that day hadn't been odd enough. A talking, unnatural colored cat with wings was just enough to seal the deal for him.
"Who are you?" his voice comes out hoarse, his throat easily compared to a desert. He considers asking him what happened to him, but evidently, he doesn't know, either. So, he just stares at him with blank eyes, unsure how to continue. He had seen plenty of weird things in his life, but this was probably the worst of it.
"SPEECH"
A part of him is hoping for a rescue. Aizawa is usually the one to do the rescuing, but under these circumstances, that wouldn't be the case. He still isn't too sure what had happened to him, although he did have a fairly good idea. It just sounded so absurd to him, and his logical senses screamed against it. Yet it was the only explanation he could think of.
He's still as the person-whoever it was-came closer and closer, then stopped. The voice has a familiar note to it, but for the most part, he doesn't recognize it. He's too preoccupied to try and figure it out, either. His world is turned upside down at the sight of a green cat. It was as if that day hadn't been odd enough. A talking, unnatural colored cat with wings was just enough to seal the deal for him.
"Who are you?" his voice comes out hoarse, his throat easily compared to a desert. He considers asking him what happened to him, but evidently, he doesn't know, either. So, he just stares at him with blank eyes, unsure how to continue. He had seen plenty of weird things in his life, but this was probably the worst of it.
"SPEECH"