Meko wanted his arms free of the wrist weights. The ones on his ankles hurt him less than the ones on his arms. He could adjust and adapt to their presence. The ones on his wrists were much harder to adapt and adjust to. He let out a sigh of relief as the weights of his wrists were taken off. As they fell to the ground. Rubbing his wrists one at a time. A loud sigh of relief left his lips as he popped his arm and then his wrists. The tension lessened. He moved his legs still though. He was adjusting to their presence. He moved his arms and rubbed them. Loosening up the tense muscles and letting out a sigh of relief as he managed to little by little massage them into relaxing. He could move his arms and wrists much easier now. They did not ache as badly. They still ached but not like stabbing pain ached.<br/><br/>He listened to him. Nodding his head. â€œYeah but in my time theyâ€™d have been freaking the hell out. It wasnâ€™t that common. To people then it was just myths. There was no such thing as vampires or shifters. Yet you are saying that your time accepted them in a twisted sort of way. I donâ€™t think it nice of them to use you like that.â€ He said softly. â€œI liked being with Scino. He was an outcast too. Only he was proud of it. He never cared what anyone else thought of him.â€ He said a soft smile at that. Shaking his head. â€œI know how that feels...to be amongst many and feel like you are the only soul in the room. Like the rest are just shadows.â€<br/><br/>He felt the squeeze on his shoulder. The words that Taylor said about how he did made his entire face light up in delight. He kept moving. He was proud that his â€œcaptainâ€ had approved of how he had done. He nodded his head and went to get the knives. Pulling them out of the half hidden target and put them in his hands as he had been holding them before. He looked at the targets then did a slight spin. Launching one from each hand. They spiraled horizontally and hit the targets dead on. Bullseye in both the head and the chest of the nearest one. He moved again and launched them as they spiraled through the air. The one from his left hand bullseyed in the targets skull. The one from his right hand hit the space between the bullseye and the first circle. He flicked his wrists and launched the last two. They hit bullseye in the chest and one right where the targets eye would be.<br/><br/>He retrieved the knives after Taylor saw them and stopped. Hearing the sounds. His ears twitching and he listened. Definitely an animal or...animaloid. He was hoping for the first one actually. He walked back to where he was supposed to stand slowly. He didnâ€™t move to aim for the target. On guard and standing in a defensive position. Wincing as he was not used to this stance with his ankle weight guards there. He watched as he picked up the baby wild animals. His eyes went wide and seemed to sparkle like stars in a black midnight sky. He walked over and put the knives away. Taking off the ankle weights with much delight in being relieved of them.<br/><br/>He lightly pulled one of the wild animals from Taylor and held it. He loved animals. He loved them. No matter what kind they were he loved them. The wild cats and canines were his favorites though. He nuzzled the animal. Mumbling soft words in fae that usually soothed the beast within the animal. â€œRequiem et relaxat. Licuit erit. Mox mitigantibus possent sit, sonorum natura. Numquam veritus sis tutus ius hic.â€ (Rest and relax. It will be alright. Just let the sounds of nature soothe they might. Never fear you are safe right here.) The animal seemed to relax. He held it close and whispered to it softly.<br/><br/>He quickly followed Taylor to the tunnels. He slipped into the tunnels with Taylor. He was absolutely in love with this little panther cub. He nuzzled it and was already trying to think of names for him or her. He wondered if Taylor could tell what gender these two panther cubs were. He was tired but his limbs felt so light now. Almost like heâ€™d float away. He knew it was just because they had felt so heavy with those weights. He was physically tired. He wanted to keep the panther cub. The one that wasnâ€™t hurt. He looked at Taylor. â€œCan we keep them? Please? Please?â€ He said. The hyperactivity back and it was fueled by the excitement of the animals. He held the panther cub in his arms like it was a valuable treasure. Whispering to it in fae. The animal seemed to be listening to it. He wanted to physically fall down even though he was quite energetic.<br/><br/>He hoped Taylor could fix the poor other panther cub. He knew the guy hadnâ€™t intended to hurt the baby feline. He had been protecting the turf and defending them. There was no way the guy couldâ€™ve known it wasnâ€™t a true threat. When he got upstairs and into the main room of the cabin he let his body crash. Just laying on his back with no intentions of moving. Holding the panther cub he had claimed on his chest. Looking up at it while petting it. Holding it close and nuzzling it from time to time.