Post by The Sidhe on Jan 14, 2015 14:54:57 GMT -5
What to do indeed. A cat up a tree was problem enough, but add in Hades’ bad temper and tendency to greet anyone but his owner with hissing and swiping claws. The fat tabby glared down at the team, ears flattened back against his head in clear displeasure. With every move from them, however small, a low growl came from above. How the branch was able to hold such a round feline aloft in the air was truly a miracle. Now the team just needed a miracle of their own by way of retrieving Hades and hauling back down and back into the house.
Hunkered down in amongst the leaves, Hades took the time to hiss and grumble at a few of them too for excessive movement and rustling. The birds had fled from his presence, and so Hades was left to observe the team from below, obscured though the sight of them was given the amount of foliage blocking the way. The thinner branches further down were too thin and wouldn’t hold him for more than a few seconds. He could climb higher in the tree, but why? He was already hidden well enough and moving would give him a way. Better to stay put and stand his ground.
Except in the face of unexpected flying fan projectiles. The wretched thing that had torn apart his former safe haven rocketed into view. Hades, of course, reacted violently enough that one would hardly think of him as being startled. The yowling cut through the common neighborhood sounds and shifting of leaves. The cat scooted backwards to get enough leverage to properly swat at the fan with his claws, hissing all the way. Unfortunately, he moved just far back enough to tip over and off of his branch.
Hades attempted to hold on, sure, but he was a little heavy for that kind of save. His claws failed to grip and he fell. The only branches he hit on the way down were small enough to be snapped, leaves following in his wake. Thankfully, Hades was indeed a cat. He rotated on the way own and landed on his feet flawlessly. The hard part was where the hell he was supposed to go next. Up the tree meant back up to that damned flying thing and the blackberries had been slain. Hades refused to remain still at least, scurrying several feet across the yard and away from the awful blonde girl, only pausing to turn sideways and hiss.
Hunkered down in amongst the leaves, Hades took the time to hiss and grumble at a few of them too for excessive movement and rustling. The birds had fled from his presence, and so Hades was left to observe the team from below, obscured though the sight of them was given the amount of foliage blocking the way. The thinner branches further down were too thin and wouldn’t hold him for more than a few seconds. He could climb higher in the tree, but why? He was already hidden well enough and moving would give him a way. Better to stay put and stand his ground.
Except in the face of unexpected flying fan projectiles. The wretched thing that had torn apart his former safe haven rocketed into view. Hades, of course, reacted violently enough that one would hardly think of him as being startled. The yowling cut through the common neighborhood sounds and shifting of leaves. The cat scooted backwards to get enough leverage to properly swat at the fan with his claws, hissing all the way. Unfortunately, he moved just far back enough to tip over and off of his branch.
Hades attempted to hold on, sure, but he was a little heavy for that kind of save. His claws failed to grip and he fell. The only branches he hit on the way down were small enough to be snapped, leaves following in his wake. Thankfully, Hades was indeed a cat. He rotated on the way own and landed on his feet flawlessly. The hard part was where the hell he was supposed to go next. Up the tree meant back up to that damned flying thing and the blackberries had been slain. Hades refused to remain still at least, scurrying several feet across the yard and away from the awful blonde girl, only pausing to turn sideways and hiss.