11-05-2018, 02:23 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Well, Cicero was fucking dead, and Jailbird wasn't, somehow, so might as well kick back for a bit, right? Maybe. The dark feline wasn't so sure how he felt about this place, the foliage pressing in on him from all sides, humidity almost suffocating- some people might consider this the ideal vacation location, but he definitely didn't. Too much...life. Too crowded. If he were to vacation somewhere, it'd be cooler, more open without being too open. Mountains, maybe, but he'd been on the road for a while already, and he didn't know how close snow-capped peaks would be to a fucking desert-encapsulated oasis. Then again, who knew, right? This place existed.
So he dealt with it, beat back the urge to jerk every time leaves caught him in the wrong places. Stupid to get jumpy around plants, but he couldn't say he was a fan of anything or anyone touching him. People'd nearly lost a paw for it in the past, reaching out for a brush against the arena's infamous champion on days when he was tired of the ogling, the touching without permission. But they were just plants. Not malicious people drooling for entertainment. Just going about photosynthesis.
Trees could go fuck themselves though. At least these trees, all competing for sunlight, massive and terrible, shitty landing zones, but not everyone got the memo. Jailbird had, sort of- he'd just ignored it, because how else was he going to get down? He couldn't climb walls, and hadn't seen any convenient stairs. Jailbird could forgive a kid, though; that was the only reason he didn't just turn around and leave the tiger to sort himself out. "If I fall on my ass, I'm leaving." Not really, but Jailbird wasn't a tree-climber. Gravity had it out for him.
He squinted up the tree, and could just barely make out the kid through the leaves. Backing up for the second time today, Jailbird catapulted himself at the trunk, claws leaving thick gashes in the bark as he scrambled up to a branch. From there, he went jumping, praying he didn't crack the boughs with his weight. He really didn't want to risk it, so he didn't say anything, snatching the kid by his scruff and sprinting down the trunk, leaping down from it as soon as he could land without breaking anything.
Jailbird set the kid down, huffing, a burn in his shoulders and haunches. "Had to find one of the taller trees, didn't you?" He wasn't going to mention the wings. He figured if the kid could use them, he would've. Hopefully.
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So he dealt with it, beat back the urge to jerk every time leaves caught him in the wrong places. Stupid to get jumpy around plants, but he couldn't say he was a fan of anything or anyone touching him. People'd nearly lost a paw for it in the past, reaching out for a brush against the arena's infamous champion on days when he was tired of the ogling, the touching without permission. But they were just plants. Not malicious people drooling for entertainment. Just going about photosynthesis.
Trees could go fuck themselves though. At least these trees, all competing for sunlight, massive and terrible, shitty landing zones, but not everyone got the memo. Jailbird had, sort of- he'd just ignored it, because how else was he going to get down? He couldn't climb walls, and hadn't seen any convenient stairs. Jailbird could forgive a kid, though; that was the only reason he didn't just turn around and leave the tiger to sort himself out. "If I fall on my ass, I'm leaving." Not really, but Jailbird wasn't a tree-climber. Gravity had it out for him.
He squinted up the tree, and could just barely make out the kid through the leaves. Backing up for the second time today, Jailbird catapulted himself at the trunk, claws leaving thick gashes in the bark as he scrambled up to a branch. From there, he went jumping, praying he didn't crack the boughs with his weight. He really didn't want to risk it, so he didn't say anything, snatching the kid by his scruff and sprinting down the trunk, leaping down from it as soon as he could land without breaking anything.
Jailbird set the kid down, huffing, a burn in his shoulders and haunches. "Had to find one of the taller trees, didn't you?" He wasn't going to mention the wings. He figured if the kid could use them, he would've. Hopefully.
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