Getting that Excercise in {Maddox, Open}

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar was jogging, well what he called a jog. Most called it a run, he was going around the island. Every five miles he'd stop, work on push ups or sit ups before resting a moment and moving on.

Right now his first of the five miles sets was done, he knew this would consume the entire saturday. He had nothing else to do, rin was probably having fun. The lessons over her self control were random and throughout the week. He was conducting pretty much a control on self control and living on.

Of course right now he had to focus on his own fitness, what else had he to do? He slowed to a stop near a bench, set his water bottle down on it, dropped to the ground, stuck his feet under the bench, and started doing sit ups as fast as he could. It would take about two minutes before he would barely be able to move up which was what he wanted.


After those two minutes and stuggling for about half a minute more he stopped, got up and sat on the bench looking up at the sky. Despite the obviousness of him seeming distracted he wasn't. Although he did look like anything, but what he was since he never wore shorts like he was now and a shirt with the sleeves cut off neatly. He was of course somewhat sweating, but not nearly like he'd be at the end of the day. Plus he of course couldn't smell himself, his nose was bad about that.

He closed his eyes with a smile on his face as he felt a breeze on him. Now that feels nice. He only opened his eyes and frowned midway through. Memory's had flashed through his mind, a combat scene had erupted. His body froze still as a statue as his mind replayed the entire scene like it was a video game or movie. Except this was real.

He had just managed to rescue his squad leader after an ambush had happened out in the middle of a city, no one was supposed to be aware of them yet. Bad intel of course, he had just finish water meloning two mens heads as they were about to interrogate his captain. He jumped in through the small buildings ground floor window and walked over to untie him.

A sniper shot bolted in through the shattered glass and took him in the throat. He made the captain hold onto his neck to stem the flow as he got out the medical supplies he had and tried to patch him up. He called for air support to bomb the area he was at and to pick them up with a medical helo.

They complied, but only if they held out a few minutes longer. Murazar hopped to his feet as the memory ended when he heard a sound of someone quietly walking, they stepped on leaves. His mind automatically went into survival mode and it was lucky they were out of his reach and he didn't have a gun on him. He would have killed whoever it was without a second thought.

He managed to turn the survival mode off reminding himself where he was as he spoke calmly, yet icily. "If your sneaking up on me, do a better job. So please come out here."

{OOC: sorry its a bit late}

[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

Can you feel it, see it, hear it today? If you can't, then it doesn't matter anyway, you will never understand it cause it happens too fast. And it feels so good, it's like walking on glass

Boredom had driven him to start running, not a simple jog any more, but a flat out run. The freedom of running was something that he constantly sought after. Although rarely he would go outside to do so, usually he hid in the gym where he was slightly less unsettled, today he had thought the risk of fear would be equal to getting some much needed fresh air. As always with his head phones clamped over his ears it created enough of a bubble to protect him from out right terror at the fact that the world was simply so large and he had no hope of seeing everything.

It's so cool, it's so hip, it's alright, it's so groovy, it's outta sight, you can touch it, smell it, taste it so sweet.
But it makes no difference cause it knocks you off your feet.

He came to a steep incline where he took only a moments breather, waiting for the world to stop distorting from pushing his body a bit to far, and as soon as things stopped twisting abnormally he started up hill. He'd run for a little bit longer before turning around and simply jogging back to the school. Hopefully tired enough to actually have a decent sleep rather than waking constantly through the night. Beyond the hill he kept pushing himself, there was after all supposed to be an area to rest some where up ahead, keeping his pace.

You want it all but you can't have it.

At least until something moved out of the corner of his eye. As quickly as he could he stopped staying still for a moment before trying to figure out what it was that he had seen. It hadn't been a bird, he knew that much, nor had it been any object he had recognized off of the top of his head. Slowly he reached up and removed the headphones, one hand turning off his music. Taking a few careful steps forward trying to decide if he should keep running or not.

Because of the words he simply completely stopped. He looked like he had been frozen to the very spot for a good minute before he even dared to breathe. He hadn't expected anyone to be out when he had been struck by the urge to run. Yet alone someone who have off a feeling of total power. Swallowing lowly he had to fight to stay where he was standing rather than just turn tail and run the back of his mind was screaming that he run away. Maybe if he closed his eyes and counted down from ten he be calm enough to come up with a statement that wouldn't make him sound totally freaked out.

"Sorry?" Was his faint reply to that. Not that he had been trying to sneak up on anyone in the first place but apparently his movements had been mistaken as such. Shaking, both from the exertion of running and the adrenaline in his system, he just stood there for a moment longer trying to decide what to do.

At least until a bird shot over head. Sieffre started, practically jumping out of his skin, and ducked before he could even be sure as to what it had been. Taking a deep breath, still crouching, he restarted his backwards mental count starting from twenty. Hoping that his nerves weren't completely shot.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar grumbled to himself quietly, inaudible sounds that the boy. Was it a boy? He didn't know yet, the dim frozen shape before it ducked from a bird flying over. Murazar rolled his eyes, the kid was lucky he didn't have a gun. If he did there would be a bunch of lead in his stomach and he'd be drowning in his own blood.

Of course that was survival mode, but right now he simply sighed and motioned for the kid to come over. " Either walk over here, or crawl since your scared of a bird poopin' on your head. Let me at least know who you are and what you look like." He kept his tone calm, icy, distant, and somewhat sarcastic. After all who could possibly be scared of a bird that badly?

His thoughts wandered for a moment to the wind, it was bad those memories. At the least they wouldn't bother him unless something else happened again, and unless he was in survival mode the flashbacks would continue. He figured it was better to remember something so he knew how to do it, than not remember at all.

He frowned as he sat down on the bench stretching his body again. He leaned back a bit, still he was on edge. The tenseness went right down into his soul, he was always ready to fight. To kill, and a flash back of where he thought he was back in that situation didn't help at all to the fact he was a warrior. He was the Shadow of Death.

He was slightly annoyed by the fact the kid had apologized for essentially nothing. The kid had no backbone, nothing to say right back who he was or anything. He grinned to himself inwardly, but not outwardly lest he give away the irony. Then again most people didn't take that tone with him and survived without a beating of some kind.

After all he was a professor in the place, and one that didn't put up with any B.S. whatsoever. He popped his neck for a moment to get the crinks out of it, beyond that it made him either look tough or just uncaring. Of which he didn't really care, nor was he just looking tough he was tough. He had no idea how a kid would get the right idea to jog around a island. He thought only the marathoners could keep up with him.

[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

It took Sieffre a good deal of time to respond, almost another minute had lapsed before he even stood having finished his count, slowly creeping down the path so he stood in the other man's line of sight. Once he was there he didn't know what to do exactly. Introduce himself? Run far far far away? Stand there and stare blankly? He dropped his head, his nerves a small bit better than they had been, staring at a spot an inch from the man's shoe. Concentrating on that very spot like it was by far the most interesting thing he had ever seen in his life. Finally he raised his head slightly, a quick glance to the guy, deciding to speak rather than just hover there like a sad little child.

"Name's Sieffre." He muttered it, to that ever so interesting spot of earth, with out so much as looking up again. If he didn't actually look at the guy he could pretend it was a student, the man on the bench obviously was not, and be able to treat him the same way he treated every one else. Like he expected to be munched on at any given moment.

He stiffened at the sound of crackling bones and tissues his hands threading together and tightening fighting the urge to just dash off again. Maybe this man wouldn't be able to catch him then? Not that he was being forced to stay where is was, with a good six feet distance between them, he could always just apologize again and head on his merry way. He was seriously starting to consider that option.

Already his agoraphobia was starting to get to him, the outside was just so big and it was just too much. He closed his eyes again, counting backward from forty this time, trying to blot out everything in a hope to some how, somehow, regain at least a little of his nerve with out having to resort to using his head phones. A hand curled around the cord of his head phones when he finally opened his eyes again, deciding that he was just going to make as hasty of a retreat as possible and pray that he never met the man once more.

Just when he thought he'd be calm enough to sound at least slightly intelligent something shot by his ear. Sieffre shied away from the sound, not ducking this time, but moving a good six paces away from where he had been standing, still no closer to Murazar than before. Straightening slowly he took a deep breath. In the back of his mind he knew that six feet probably wasn't enough distance and that this man's thoughts of him were probably poor at best. Yet again he found that he was restarting the count. Apparently just waiting for something be said to him rather than saying anything himself. After all it was just easier that way.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar glanced at the kid, he really was a jumpy fellow. He looked like he was about graduating age too. How would someone like that survive in the outside world. The answer? Probably not at all. Murazar sighed and spoke calmly, yet still irritatingly.

" Ok, you either sit down next to me. Or stop jumping around like a blade of grass is slitting your throat. Because if you don't stop jumping around I am going to knock you down, mainly because your making me anxious. Also, look me in the eye. Your aren't of asian nationality, so your culture doesn't consider that respectful to elders."

He stretched his legs just to feel the tension release and build up again. He could easily sprint and take this kid down. Sprinting was his speciality, and considering he wasn't carrying around a hundred pounds of equipment meant he could really move fast if he wished so.

He looked over the kid, his first thought was gay. To him how could a boy, becoming a man no less look so ridiculous. He knew he wasn't that old to be out-of-date with the moronic idea of fashion. As if he really cared what he wore so long as it was useful one way or the other.

He spoke up again, " My names Fox, either call me Fox or Mr. Fox. Also is Sieffre your first or last name?" The least the kid could do was tell him if what he doled out to murazar was his first or last name. If it was his first murazar would probably ask for his last, if not he wouldn't ask for his first. He preferred calling people by their last name unless it was for a better reason.

He wondered what shift this kid was, considering almost all shifters especially young ones took traits of the animals they shifted into. He took the traits of survivability, ferocious, and sleek build of a fox. If not more, there was always more nothing was ever so simple as a handful of traits.

He tried to think of a list of possible or probable animals, shaking his head he simply didn't care enough to make a educated guess. It had to be a animal of prey, that he was sure of. Not a good smelling one, so it wasn't small. That was enough for him.

[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

He opened his eyes as soon as the man started talking to him. Shifting once more he finally went mostly still, except for his left hand which was rubbing up and down the tattoo on his right forearm, still nervous but at least taking the man's words seriously. Flicking some of his hair out of his face he raised his head as well not quite looking him in the eyes, more perhaps his left ear, but a bit closer than the patch of earth he'd been staring at. Just with those words he felt like crawling to the nearest hole to die. He hadn't meant to come off as rude, not really, but he did have a bad habit of talking to a person while looking at something off to the side.

He dropped his head, just for a bare moment, when asked if Sieffre was his first or last name. Swallowing, his eyes flickered past Fox to a bird then back to the space just to the left of one of his ears. Considering his response, or the validity of bolting, before he finally he answered. "De Sauveterre, is the last name."

Sieffre shifted again, fighting the urge to look away or even better get away, almost absently looking over his shoulder at a distant sound. His entire body going still again, even seeming to hold his breath for a minute, relaxing only once it was apparent that it was only a small bird. It was getting harder to stay still though, his own fear starting to get his heart pounding, the feeling of just being completely overwhelmed. He felt trapped, almost, half sure that if he did bolt he'd be caught by something. The meeker, if that was possible, half of the Arctic Hare whispering that it would be safer to just stay still. Not move a muscle until the danger had passed.

He didn't listen.

With barely any warning he abruptly turned and bolted. Forgoing running for a full out sprint. Just lunging away hitting his stride easily and not once bothering to look back. Running, or even sprinting, was a hobby and pass-time of his something he did to keep from feeling completely and totally insane. It was unlikely that Fox, if that was truly his name, would even bother giving chase. It wasn't like Sieffre had done anything truly interesting, disregarding the whole running away thing, nor had he said much so he would hopefully be left to run and lick his mental wounds some.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar paused a moment after hearing the name, he categorized it to remember later. He turned his nose to the wind as it blowed towards him from the kids direction, apparently he was wrong. He was a small prey, a rabbit... His mouth watered for a moment, rabbits were always tasty and delicious. He blinked for a moment to hold the ferocious, lethal, and hungry predator inside himself.

Difficult to do so when the kid was your natural food source out of any other animal normally. He paused to ask the kid something before he just turned around and sprinted. Murazar bolted out of his seat and gave chase after him, turned out for him it was easy to keep pace. He had done harder stuff at the same rate than this kid and for a lot longer periods of time. This was easy, after all a fox had to be quick and clever enough to catch the rabbit.

He didn't slow, in fact he went just a bit ahead of him and kept that at pace. Breathing hard he yelled at the kid, " You better stop or I will knock you down!" He could easily just reach out and slam the kid into a tree, the brush, or on the ground. He had so much experience, training, and practice busted into him it was natural and the only reason he hadn't done so already was because the kid wasn't his enemy. Just another in his opinion, another loser. Another broken down kid in the school that had to solve their problem while learning a bunch of classes that would be useless if they couldn't solve their problems.

He looked around him, the terrain. The battleground, plenty of trees and cover. Plenty of things to cut around and ahead of the kid he needed to. Plenty of area to escape into or just charge the kid into. He'd get lost and have to change into a rabbit to find his way back by scent. Then animals with less control than himself would hunt him down. Heck he could hunt him down if he so wished to do so.

The one thing you could trust to know about murazar you may ask? Well he always keeps his promises. Its that simple, he was now giving the kid one last chance to stop and stay still without running off like a lunatic. If the kid passed that chance up... Well it was gonna hurt a bit.

[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

Sieffre had hit his stride easily and his pace wasn't exactly slow by any standards. And yet shortly after he had even started Murazar had caught up to him, and passed him, which gave him a moments pause. He slowed slightly to a run rather than a full on sprint. Of course if he didn't stop he'd more than likely be in incredible pain but if he stopped then he'd loose the calm head space he gained while running. He slowed a bit more, after all it tended to do a good deal of harm to try and stop dead, still trying to figure out a way to get away.

There was no way that he'd be able to go through the other man as he knew next to nothing about fighting. Nor was he too keen on just staying on the path and seeing if he'd make good on his threat of knocking him off of his feet. He looked strong, if you didn't judge by the looks alone, and looked like he could full well tear Sieffre apart if the mood stuck. If he didn't want to stop nor test out Mr. Fox's words he only really had one choice.

With that decided he lept off the path, choosing a spot where he wouldn't do too much damaged to himself. Of course surrounded by trees he couldn't run as fast as before but hopefully he'd manage to at least get away for a short while. Even if he got hopelessly lost it was better than feeling like he'd been stuck under a microscope and being utterly examined. Not meeting whatever standards were tacked to him was another, is somewhat lesser fear, not reaching the standards that other people expected of him.

Ducking a low hanging branch he slowed to a stop, holding his breath and listening, ignoring the several small cuts he'd acquired because of his mad dash through the trees. First he needed to know if he was still being followed, if he needed the run, so stopping and listening seemed like the best option. He dropped to a crouch, shifting slightly, trying to ignore the sound of leaves, wind, and wings. For something else. Like the breath or foot step of Fox. Just in case he wasn't quite out of the clear.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar growled as the kid jumped down the steep incline, he really was starting to get angry now. Not cold anger either, the hot temper kind. Very rarely was he in those kind of temperments, but right after a flashback, with a skittish kid who was running away from him and wouldn't listen to a teacher?!?

Oooh, that made him hot under the collar. He jumped in the forest after the runt of a kid. Yea, he did that. Not like he could get lost he was and excellant navigator by training so he'd find his way back. Now he had another excuse the kid was now going to get lost, heck he could get eaten on the way back by something that wasn't him.

That made him wrathful too, after all what kind of hasty, reckless, jumpy, moronic person would just throw themselves into the proverbial ocean to just hope the one in a billion chance they'd make it to shore. He paused a moment to listen for the kid and kept himself close to the ground. Another memory awoke, but it took control of him.

It was during the SERE training course where he was evading and tracking down his exit. He went into a crouch, Set you thighs like this to move silently, see walk with the insides of your feet but on the heels. The more you hear from yourself is what you hear, the opposition can't hear you as well as you can so take advantage of that. His old instructor had taught him.

He was already moving silently like a ghost throughout the forest. This was another good excercise it helped with stealth something he was a natural at, but had no formal training for because in his experience none existed that he knew of. Too bad there wasn't something to help him become better at it, it'd be fun.

He moved somewhat faster, suddenly the wind shifted he was downwind of the rabbit and he could smell him. His mouth watered and he followed that scent like a bloodhound on the hunt. Except he was better than that. There was no way the kid could fool him if he didn't even think he was being tracked so ruthlessly, so efficiently by such a experienced person. If it was him there was plenty of ways he'd evade the tracker. It was easy.

[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

Sieffre closed his eyes, taking a soft shallow breath, listening to the sounds around him. The wind was blowing back towards the path that they had been on, which meant that the Fox would probably be able to smell him. He shifted slightly before standing again jogging down the same almost path he'd started on, farther away from where he'd started, counting his steps as he moved. That crazy part of his mind supplied that this situation was rather close to the one that had caused his first shift. Being chased down and sure that it wouldn't end well at all. At the very least, he hoped, to be able to figure out a way to not end up hopelessly lost and stuck in an animal carrier again. That was not something he ever wanted to repeat again, ever. His ability to deal with wide open spaces was far better than his ability to deal with enclosed spaces.

The continued running had calmed him down, though, he wasn't just running crazily through the trees but sticking to paths where he'd be less likely to damage to the trees. The farther he got the calmer he was. He ducked under a half collapsed tree before he stopped again listening for a moment.

He'd cut a mostly straight path through the trees now he had to decide if he was going to continue on or veer off to one side and continue on maybe break through the trees if he was lucky. After all this was over he'd have to grab a map and see just how many trees were in this place.

Sieffre turned off to the left keeping low and trying to make as little noise as possible. On that glimmer of hope that eventually, some how, he'd be left alone to figure out why in the world he hadn't listened in the first place. Carefully he went over another fallen tree picking his way along in the relative quiet now. His heart was slowly returning to a regular beating pattern and he took a shallow breath.

His decent down the next decline was less than quiet, rather than walking he ended up sliding down it, smashing his body up against a tree. Picking himself up he examined the area that he was in.

And immediately wished he hadn't looked at all.

The trees were thicker now, pressing closer together, and there was no way that he was going there. Even if death was chasing his heels he just wouldn't... Couldn't do it. He sank down to the ground pressing as close to the tree as he could get with out being a part of it.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar ran quickly and quietly, he only stopped from time to time to test the scent and smell it. Fear, fear of what I do not know. Me? Perhaps. The forest? Doubtful. Getting caught? Maybe. Anywhere the eye can see that cannot be reached? More likely. I need to solve this odd mystery and take this child down.

Murazar scanned with his eyes as much as his ears. He used the scent to find the general direction and sense of where he was. He couldn't move quite as fast as the kid if he was to remain quiet. He didn't need the kid to sprint off and hit something. Which seemed to fit his nature rather than not.

He did know he was closing in on de sauveterre. Which really was too complicated for a normal name in murazar's opinion. Probably a french. Unlike most people he didn't sterotype the french. After all how could you sterotype a people who had won over two hundred major wars, lost only fifty, and had whatever could be called a 'draw' in twenty.

He didn't expect much out of the kid, until apparently the scent slowed and stopped. He looked around past the terrain and spotted the kid. He walked silently towards him, he was halfway towards the little twitchy fool when he collapsed down. Murazar paused a moment to observe the surroundings and smell the air again.

Nothing. Why did he stop? Ah he is scared of enclosed spaces! He shook his head sadly, the poor child was afraid of being enclosed and trapped forever. Then again if he was a rabbit he'd be afraid of the sky because of hawks or falcons that would kill him. So it was doubly bad, he grinned for a moment before walking forward with a grim look on his face.

He stopped behind him and dropped into a crouch with his hand grabbing his shoulder to hold him in place. Not like it'd stop him exactly, but it'd give him time to retaliate and take the kid down if necessary. He spoke calmly and sharply, " Next time don't run away. Even if you are afraid of generally everything from the outside to the inside." Kind of ironic the way he put it, but nonetheless it was still something that had to be said.

[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

Pressed as close to the tree as he could possibly get, taking deep breaths, trying to keep as calm as possible. It was quite obvious that his fear of enclosed spaces was by far greater than his fear of open places. It was a hard balance to keep, really, to find a room that wasn't too small by his standards nor too large, basically impossible, but having his mind occupied by something other than his discomfort helped greatly. School work or music did wonders for quieting his mind down so he could at least think beyond the fear. He shifted slightly thinking about putting on the headphones when a hand descended on his shoulder.

Sieffre started, whacking his head against the tree, trying to pull away but not having any where to go exactly. He turned to look at Murazar, having missed most of what he'd said, it was the tone that he did pick up on though. His expression shifted from surprise to something close to anger. Shifting slightly he pushed the older man stood up, taking a few steps away before turning back.

"Why are you even following me? For the first time while talking to Fox he actually used a regular tone of voice, sort of, rather than mumbling and muttering. He seemed taken aback by his own reaction for a bare moment before his frustration, and fear, came back and he merely stood there. There was a good deal more that he wanted to say, although he wouldn't out of fear of being rude, but it still annoyed him. Debating on running again, maybe, he crossed his arms looking at the other man.

He was tired though, or at least he was starting to become such, and really had no will to continue running around in a forest. A quick glance toward the trees, the less rational part of his mind terrified unless he got away. His hands tightened to fists, a long look back at Murazar, and he turned on the spot. Walking away from the thick trees, carefully, half wondering how much trouble he'd be in for yet again daring to walk away from the teacher. The second time he'd dared to do so, and not listening, he mentally winced at just the idea of how much trouble he could possibly be in for all of that. But there was no way he was going to stick around an area that was essentially his worst fear while being treated like some kindergarten kid who'd done wrong.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar let the boy get up and away a few feet off. He watched him, analyizing his every word, motion, and facial expression. He replied back folding his arms, he was calm, frigid, distant, yet somewhat sarcastic. " Finally a spoken word out of you that is a mumble or something nearly inaudible. "

He clapped his hands for a moment before dropping them and folding his arms again. He spoke up again this time not sarcastic. " To answer your question, i'm following you for two reasons. The first is its extremely disrespectful to just bolt off from talking to me. I can take you being shy, nervous, or generally afraid of men. Or more specifically predator animals."

He paused to let it sink in that he wasn't one of the animals that ate leaf and green every day because his instincts told him to do so. Quite the opposite, thankfully to his mind. He continued after the pause, " Secondly, your lost. You have no idea how to get back to the school, I however do. Its one of my responsibilities that I dont let students die out in the woods out of fear."

He raised a eyebrow as if to tell the rabbit to question that statement. Well more of a dare really, he figured the rabbit would get defensive rather than offensive. Either way it didn't really matter, for the most part he had to get the student back. By the look of the steep incline they passed they'd have to take a round-a-bout way back since they didn't have the gear to climb it. Even in a unorthodox fashion.

He spoke up again this time wraningly yet the same distance and frozen authority remained. " Now, if you want to go back to the school follow next to me. If you want to shift into a rabbit and eventually find your way back home within a week or more then go ahead and do so. One warning, if you turn into a rabbit and i'm hunting in the next few days you might not live through the experience. Just a friendly warning."

More or less he was just trying to subtley push him into deciding to follow fox. That and throw some fear in so he wouldn't run away, now he didn't really have a choice except follow fox. After they were in sight of the school he'd probably run like a nervous wreck.

[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

He stopped as soon as Fox started to speak, back straightening slightly, and turned back to look at him. His expression quickly cooled off to something close to just blank, watching the other man with some hard to name emotion, barely moving as he is mocked. Of course it was hardly the first time someone had brought up his lack of speaking, his 'communication issues' to his face, although he had never had a person who seemed just fine with him barely talking if only annoyed by the fact. Looking away he asked his own question, blank still, almost talking to himself rather than Murazar. "So you followed me merely because I ran... Most would just leave me to get lost."

He wasn't about to argue about being lost, as he already was, and with no way to go back the way he had come it would indeed take him a very long time to find a way out if at all. Sieffre had never been the most outdoorsy type of a person, he wasn't at all really, so if he really stopped to think about it going with the fox was the best idea. He shifted slightly at what was basically an outline of his character flaws.

Shy. Yeah, sure, he was shy to an almost painful extent. Nervous. Another correct point as well. Afraid of men? That one caused him to mentally pause over it, he didn't think that he was afraid of men, but he disregarded the thought for the next point. Afraid of predators. He sniffed slightly for the first time smelling fox rather than nothing at all, he had mostly stood where the wind had blown towards the teacher rather than the other way around.

He wanted to say something about those comments but in the end he couldn't really, truly, argue with them. In the end it just made him feel more backed in to a corner that he was so obviously transparent that a person could get that much after knowing him for barely longer than a few minutes really. And most of that time had been chasing him through the trees until he had hit the metaphorical wall.

"How... Nice of you." He said the words like he wanted to say something else but would never dare to actually say what it was he was thinking. Instead he turned to look at Fox and carefully took a few steps closer. Conceding defeat in this one. He'd been chased down and all that cornered, basically, in a place that he really did not want to be in in the least. Edging a bit closer he stopped, obviously not about to get any closer to either Fox or the thick trees. "Fine... I'll try not to run off again."

At least no one had said that he had to be happy about the situation he had gotten himself in to. Shivering slightly he glanced towards the thicker trees hoping that the would not have to get any closer to them. Unsure as to what he would do if it came to traveling through them. Probably shut right down, knowing how afraid he was of being trapped, shut down and stop moving. He shifted slightly, hands tightening as he pushed some of his hair from his face, turning his attention back to the teacher in front of him. There were dozens of things he wanted to say, really, a plea to stay away from the thicker trees caught somewhere between his mind and his throat. Instead he merely dropped his head to examine the forest floor unable to keep up with staring at Fox any longer.

[Murazar Dauthi]

Murazar shrugged and replied earnestly yet the same cold, calculating and irritable man he was. " True, but then again I don't like the idea of leaving someone behind. Or in your case someone who doesn't know their leaving themself behind." He may not have been the nicest person, but he was someone you could count on when needed.

Murazar was joking or mocking the kids fears when he said he was afraid of men. The kid more or less was afraid of people he didn't know. The ones he did he was probably more open with. To murazar it didn't truly matter unless the kid decided to confide his trust in him.

Murazar grinned inwardly as the kid, sieffre sniffed the air to get a wiff of murazar. At the moment the wind was blowing wrongly, but in a few minutes it would blow differently or the kid would be place down wind of himself. Either way he hoped the kid didn't freak and run off when he smelt fox.

Murazar raised a eyebrow and commented lightly, " Out of everything i've been called. Nice isn't in there. At the very least you can see i'm honest if grumpy, and I actually will bother to help someone who just recklessly does things." Murazar eyed the kid who seemed to keep a even distance between him and the more cloistered forest. Murazar commented yet again this time analyizingly. " You hate enclosed spaces dont you? Or fear them more accurately, almost as much as you fear a predator."

Murazar motioned to follow, he made sure his shadow from the sun went right where sieffre was looking at the ground. He spoke up again this time judging how much time they had of sunlight, how long the estimated time it would take to circle around, and how far they had to go. Eventually if it got dark he'd have to stay close to rabbit boy because he wouldn't want him to get lost after the hard work of getting him back all safe and sound.

He spoke up this time speaking factually, " Alright considering how much sunlights left and the distance we'll have to go. If it gets to nightfall your gonna have to stay close to me unless you like getting lost twice in a row."