Had she been less desperate for freedom, she might have taken the opportunity to be disgusted at the idea of being sold to someone like a pair of shoes - but all she could think of was getting out and circumventing her imminent death by contacting Tiberius somehow. It'd be even better if she could go home immediately but she'd never apparated so far before and wasn't sure how to go about acquiring a transatlantic portkey.
It seemed as though a deal had been struck and Tig had great difficulty reining in her agitation. Any minute now, any minute, and she'd get her chance. She hoped her grimace was readable as a lynx because she sure as hell didn't appreciate being his designated pest control. A cat of her size, indeed! She wasn't a house cat, she was majestic and wild and she could eat a normal cat for breakfast. Not that she did, but if she wanted to she could!
It turned out being carried in the cage was nauseating and so she had to shut her eyes to endure the travel. This guy wasn't an American muggle was he? While it might make her escape a little easier it did nothing for her pride to be - at this moment at least - some muggle's rat catcher.
Finally, the movement stopped and the irritating maybe-muggle announced the end of the sickening journey. Uneasy on her paws, Tig hissed and slowly emerged from the cage. Where was the nearest exit? She spotted a door and fixed her gaze on it, but a part of her - despite her perceived looming peril - wanted to teach the man a lesson for being so presumptuous. Running off would probably suffice though, surely? He'd be out of whatever insultingly small sum he'd parted with to cart her off, after all. No, she didn't know how much time she had left and savaging this man wasn't more important than her life.
Tig suddenly made a run for the door, clawing and yowling angrily at it in an effort to escape. Logically that wasn't going to work but maybe this man was enough of an idiot to open it for her.
It seemed as though a deal had been struck and Tig had great difficulty reining in her agitation. Any minute now, any minute, and she'd get her chance. She hoped her grimace was readable as a lynx because she sure as hell didn't appreciate being his designated pest control. A cat of her size, indeed! She wasn't a house cat, she was majestic and wild and she could eat a normal cat for breakfast. Not that she did, but if she wanted to she could!
It turned out being carried in the cage was nauseating and so she had to shut her eyes to endure the travel. This guy wasn't an American muggle was he? While it might make her escape a little easier it did nothing for her pride to be - at this moment at least - some muggle's rat catcher.
Finally, the movement stopped and the irritating maybe-muggle announced the end of the sickening journey. Uneasy on her paws, Tig hissed and slowly emerged from the cage. Where was the nearest exit? She spotted a door and fixed her gaze on it, but a part of her - despite her perceived looming peril - wanted to teach the man a lesson for being so presumptuous. Running off would probably suffice though, surely? He'd be out of whatever insultingly small sum he'd parted with to cart her off, after all. No, she didn't know how much time she had left and savaging this man wasn't more important than her life.
Tig suddenly made a run for the door, clawing and yowling angrily at it in an effort to escape. Logically that wasn't going to work but maybe this man was enough of an idiot to open it for her.
