Meko had noticed for the past couple weeks the two brothers, Xander and Taylor, were playing keep away. He firmly believed they needed to get over it and move on...or they would all die. For there is no way heâ€™d leave either of their asses to die because they got into some brotherly loverâ€™s quarrel with the other when they were in a dangerous situation. A slim possibility but to him it was enough of a possibility that he needed them to get over it. A house divided shall not stand it will fall. In a sense they were this figurative house and if they remained divided...they were going to fall. He therefore enforced a mandatory once a day get together even if you donâ€™t want to point. It was not helping...yet but he wasnâ€™t going to give up.<br/><br/>Then came a quite literally physical fight between Xander and Taylor about Xander taking him for a three day in the woods training. He really wasnâ€™t sure why he needed to learn to track and hunt. Yet it had been insisted upon. So here he was with Xander and Taylor, who had not let Xander take him alone, in the woods. The evil man Xander, then made him climb into a tree. He was quite rusty at tree climbing. He had been four when he last climbed a tree. Still now they were in the tree. He did not want to shoot the deer. Yet that was why the first day went over<span style="font-style: italic">splendidly</span>because he had refused to shoot said deer. Now he was in the tree with the you going to do this damn thing or you going to regret it threat hanging over his head.<br/><br/>Why this skill of killing a deer was useful he didnâ€™t know. Kinda seemed cruel and pointless to him but he was going to learn it anyways. He had enjoyed the tracking part. It was this...killing part he was not too fond of. Especially since the deer hadnâ€™t tried to kill him. Still Captain had agreed he needed to learn it so he was going to learn it. Even if he felt kinda guilty for killing an unarmed animal. Gah. He pushed aside the fae and pulled upon the thought of the wolf. Who had no issues shooting the animal. Would have prefered to take it down wolf style but this way would do too.<br/><br/>He listened to what Xander was saying. See...bad. Hear...bad. Smell...bad. Werenâ€™t the enemy humans? He thought that Xander and Taylor were the unique kind of people. Was there more people like Taylor and Xander? He was fairly certain most of them...were normal humans. Though he was fairly certain that guy Michael was a vampire. No joke. He seriously thought the man was vampirey. He was most likely right. Any sign they were there equal setting off of alarm. Yeah. He so knew that Xander was not refering to the deer now. He studied the deer. His elven style fae ears twitching. His ears twitched as he had almost as good of hearing as Xander. Well a bit less than almost as good but with training heâ€™d be at almost as good.<br/><br/>He frowned and lifted up the sniper rifle. There was another issue with this training. He could become a good shot with a firearm. He just really prefered to use knives. He felt more comfortable and they made little to no noise when they hit someone. He muttered something to this effect under his breath but did as instructed. He was willing to learn even if he wasnâ€™t sure he liked the lesson. He laid the barrel of the gun on Xanderâ€™s shoulder. Taking aim but he wasnâ€™t sure he could trust his eyes. He was nearly at a perfect aim but...he trusted his ears better than his eyes so he listened. Closing his eyes and listened. Thus adjusting it again for nowhere as good a shot as the two black ops specialists but a damn good one for someone with his lack of said black ops training. He checked with his eyes and fired. The bullet went into the deer but he wasnâ€™t exactly sure where. He winced as the kick back nailed him hard in the shoulder. The only sound indicating this happened was the brief hiss of air rushing though Mekoâ€™s gritted teeth before he shook off the pain.<br/><br/>He looked at Taylor. â€œCaptain...I still say I got better aim with a knife than I do a stupid firearm.â€ he said with a huff. â€œBesides if I got to kill it is easier to aim, easier to launch, makes little to no sound, and it still gets the job done.â€ he said with a huff. Sighing as he lowered the rifle and rubbed his shoulder. It hurt. Was definitely bruising. He shook his head. â€œAnd its getting dark. Gah...you two can see in the dark but only my wolf and Rune can. And I trust my ears more than my eyes when it is getting dark or is dark.â€ He sat down and looked at captain.<br/><br/>â€œThere was a guy in our caravan. Neko type dude. He said the best trick if you canâ€™t see in the dark is to hear everything in the dark except background noises and those created by your own person. The best way to do that...tune out everything and anything including your own heart. Then listen for the breathing and the heart of someone else. He was a pro at that. I still gotta learn to do it better but Iâ€™m pretty good at it too. I got it mastered for short range like that deer. I still gotta train way more to do long range. I can still hear very well long range but to hone in on an exact pinpointed location and not be distracted by everything around me...still gotta train with that.â€ He admitted.<br/><br/>He hung his head a bit. â€œGah...I donâ€™t like killing an unarmed animal. Wasnâ€™t like it was a kamikazi deer.â€ he said under his breath. It wasnâ€™t his nature to want to hurt others. Especially those who werenâ€™t a threat to himself...like that deer. He kinda felt bad for killing the deer. His wolf was like man up dude. It the law of the wild...kill or be killed. He shook his head and looked to Xander. â€œNow what crazy ass cat man?â€ he asked. Until he came up with a better nickname Xander was stuck with that one. Besides the man was crazy... He was an ass... And he was a cat man... To the teenager in meko that meant the nickname was perfect for him.<br/><br/>â€œOkay I can so see the point and necessity of tracking but killing? What point is there in killing something that is unarmed and harmless? Sounds cruel and violent and evil.â€ He said simply. Yep. This was the nature that Taylor had come to know well. The theory that heâ€™d be trying to help people who had fallen over killing more of them was very true. Especially if the fallen people were unarmed and nonhostile. He could not help it it was his nature. He looked at the deer. â€œPoor deer...â€ He said softly.