Foran felt a hand on his shoulder he knew it was Razor from the claws, and breathed trying to let go of anger and hateful thoughts towards the two humans around him.<br/><br/>He tried to think logically about this, The girl posed no treat what so ever, if she wanted to kill them she would have, in a burning building no doubt they would be dead, in the woods with weapons, they had a chance. She had minor magic abilities, more than himself but less that some of the other Ramen he had met. 'The male what was his name? Dora? Doran? Whatever, he was in the same boat as them, lost and in need of shelter, if he wanted us dead he would have done it with our backs turned' he thought. He quickly looked behind himself to make sure the human was still sitting down. He breathed a sigh when he was. The fox? He almost chuckled at the thought, so far the small plush like beast had been a foot ball and a teddy bear, not much of a master killer. Razor would have his back if anything happened, he felt safer with the final thought and opened his eyes to look at everyone.<br/><br/>“We should get out of this forest... I'd rather not be burned alive if I can help it.”<br/><br/>He pointed the way they had come in a few days earlier through the plains, he knew this forest well and even after a run was able to tell where he was by the moon and terrain. Larger trees were deeper into the forest, where as it thinned as you started going towards the plains, logic many who get lost overlook.<br/><br/>Bending over he put his hand to his heel and reset the skin and muscle damage and looked at razor seeing if he needed any of his own. Quickly repairing both of them.<br/><br/>With all the eyes on them it was kind of awkward, almost felt like he was doing something taboo, like this was a Ramen thing, and no one else should really be seeing this. Pushing the thought aside, he almost died with these people might as well show them we're not all human.<br/><br/>Taking off his mask to show his hideous face, scarred and torn, lack of nose and back lips, his blue eyes the only slightly human thing about him. His head was shaved, he hated having those spikes on them, but they were starting to grow back, almost ready to be used again. He moved his head over the back of his head and a small tear on his paper sheet white skin started to heal itself. Blushing, if you could even call it that, he tried to look away from the group incase any of them were looking at him.<br/><br/>It should also be noted he is doing this with his bare hands, the long white veined hands with long claws at the end, some skin on the fingers gone and only bone and flesh showing. His gloves were now under his armpits.<br/><br/>Righting his head and still hunched over he turned back to the group looking only at the ground. “If we go that way.” He pointed to the fields again “We can make it to the edge by sun up and maybe not have to fight anything on the way... maybe.” He tried to whisper the last words. In full voice, with a tone of forgiveness “Unless anyone else... ya' know... knows of any other place.... That's just the way we got here...” He stammered losing all courage again after the 'show' he just gave everyone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>