The Preserve - Wednesday Evening
Night had fallen when Hades left the school grounds to return to his lair in the Preserve. He made his way through the darkness, following the same path he always took, muttering to himself about this and that.
He stopped in his tracks once he came to a clearing and listened. The animals were talking. Not that he could understand what they were saying, of course, no, but there was an agitation in their calls, an unsettled nervousness that had them speaking up against their better instincts.
Hades looked up at the sky and listened more closely. His lip curled up at the side at the vibe he was picking up on. Something was definitely off. "Huh," he commented. "That can't be good."
A moment later, he shrugged it off and headed back on his path to the lair. There was a repeat of Neanderthals on in ten minutes and he didn't want to miss it.
[Establishy.]
He stopped in his tracks once he came to a clearing and listened. The animals were talking. Not that he could understand what they were saying, of course, no, but there was an agitation in their calls, an unsettled nervousness that had them speaking up against their better instincts.
Hades looked up at the sky and listened more closely. His lip curled up at the side at the vibe he was picking up on. Something was definitely off. "Huh," he commented. "That can't be good."
A moment later, he shrugged it off and headed back on his path to the lair. There was a repeat of Neanderthals on in ten minutes and he didn't want to miss it.
[Establishy.]