Mille stretched on the sportsfield, eyeing the long, oval track with obvious vigor. She'd decided that maybe dashing about in an enclosed area, like this one here, was a safer bet than doing so out in the open, as she'd done her first time. Or, rather, as she'd tried to do...a small shudder ran up her spine as she recalled her encounter with the creature named Terasmus. She still had nightmares about that, and had spent several days doing nothing other than sneaking carefully to each class, then dashing back to her room once they were done,locking all doors and windows that didn't need to be open, and hiding in seclusion under her blanket. Alas, the need to move about had taken hold of her with a firm hand, and she'd been unable to shake that need. She simply had to do something, or she'd go insane. Sitting still forever had never been something she was able to do, and so now she found herself here, at the track.

A feeling of releif had washed through her as she'd noted the presence of no one else. She was alone. That was good. True, running with a friend had always been more fun to her than by herself...but after running into what she had, she'd entered a state of semi-paranoia, preferring not to speak to anyone if she could avoid it, for fear that they might turn into some horrible creature and...she forced her thoughts away from that line, refusing to allow it entry into her conscious anymore. She'd run, she'd enjoy it, and she'd forget about what had happened. It was probably a once in a lifetime thing anyway, and she was sure she had nothing to fear. She hoped she had nothing to fear...

She finished her stretches and hop-skipped her way to the track. She took up a starter's position. "Ready...." she whispered to herself, getting her pace set firmly in her mind. "Set...." she tensed slightly, as if anticipating the sound of a starter's pistol to set off a race. "Go!" She sprang forward from her starting point, moving at an easy clip, not too fast, but quick enough to get her heartrate up. She soon found herself giving a giddy laugh, joyous at the feeling of being able to run again after being cooped up for so very long. "Never again...can't let myself hide like that ever again. I'll go crazy!" And she fully believed that she would. To her, the lack of mobility was the worst form of a crime one could inflict on another, or on one's own self. Now, running like this after so long, she felt a freedom that she had nearly forgotten existed. It was like waking up to heaven. She picked up the pace, still laughing.

Zachary exits the Dorm building & sees someone running in the Sporting Field so he decides to walk over. In his human form wearing a Maroon Muscle Tee and tight black jeans. He decides to take a look so he stroles on over and sits on a bench infront of the bleachers next to the track. He smiles as he watches her & when he sees her breasts bounce as he runs & he sees her coming around the bend for her 1st lap he stands up & watches her. "Hello, there."

Mille had seen someone entering the field from the other side of the track and had hoped that whoever it was, they would leave her alone. As she came around and completed her first lap, however, such was not the case. She saw it was a man, and not a bad-looking guy, either. Still, the last time she'd met someone who wasn't a girl, bad things had happened. She decided not to take any chances.

As she went running past, she flashed a polite smile, said a quick "Hiya!" and continued on, stepping up her pace a bit. She was far from a full-blown run, but was moving along at a quick pace, her heartbeat in her ears...partly from the exertion and partly from nervousness. As she passed the stranger, however, a calmness began to reassert itself, followed shortly after by that simple joy that always enveloped her whenever she ran. She giggled softly to herself. "Mille, you're going crazy, babe. You need to calm down. Not everyone you encounter here is some crazy monster..." She shook her head, her long mane of light brown hair shaking out behind her, and laughed again, continuing her run. She wore the same type of running outfit she'd worn the first time she'd tried to go out; a pair of tight running shorts (these ones red instead of blue), a tight white shirt, a pair of wristbands, and a headband to keep her hair out of her eyes. The shorts served as comfortable running equipment...and also served to outline the shape of her firm bottom as she ran.

He smiles and watches her as she ran enjoying her sexy jiggly ass & breasts. This time wghen she makes a lap he starts jogging next to her. "Hello. Are you new here? I am kinda new too." He says smiling at her softly as they run. "Infact why dont we stop running & I'll buy you something to drink?" He asks her smiling as he runs alongside of her as they compleate a lap

Mille saw with some dismay that the man was still standing there, watching her as she ran. Normally, the attention would have done interesting things to her thoughts, but now, it simply filled them with worry. The feeling of worry didn't last long, however, swiftly replaced by one of dread as the man began to jog alongside her.

He's new here too? She thought, the alarm bells starting up in her brain again, just as they had before. She forced herself to stay calm. That time, the thing had been hiding behind a trenchcoat. This time, what could possibly be hiding? It was a guy, plain and simple. Still...it was a new guy...at an all-girls school...that was wierd. She smiled again as he propositioned her for a drink, shaking her head with an expression of what she hoped approached regret, rather than the hesitance she felt at the moment. "Can't do it. I only just started running, and if I stop now, before I get rid of all this energy, I'm gonna blow." As soon as she said that, she stepped up her pace yet again, her jog becoming a run now. She could step it up more if she had to, but hopefully, this guy would get the hint and let her run in peace, so that she could go back to enjoying her moment of delightful motion.

He continues to follow her keeping up with her. "Well I am an instructor here so if you need anything I think I', gonna golift weights in the middle of that end of the track." He says pointing to the workot free-weights before jogging over to them starting to lift weights

Mille nods at his revelation of being the new instructor. "Nice to meet you. Good luck on your job, hope you enjoy." She nods again as he says that she can go to him if she needs anything. "I will, thanks. I'm good for now though. Enjoy your weights!" She almost holds her breath, silently begging for him to leave her be. Before, she'd probably have been all over him, but for right now, she was halfway to terrified of anyone who approached her.

Mille sighs in relief as the guy trots away, leaving her to run in silence once more. She's grateful that now she's alone to run for herself again, but is still a touch too nervous to fully enjoy it. She turns up her speed again, moving just a bit below her full ability now, determined to finish up and get out of there before the guy decides to come back...or something worse comes to visit her.

Soon after, though, the rush of running overcomes her again, and her outlook brightens once more. "Why the hell am I being so paranoid? I've been out here for fifteen minutes now and the worst that's happened is a cute guy came over to talk to me...I need to settle down." She looked in his direction as she came around the far side of the track. "Maybe I'll take him up on that drink, and get a name, while I'm at it..." She smiles impishly as she comes up on her lap point and completes the lap. She slows down, then comes to a smooth walk, striding over to the new instructor, all the fear she felt a moment ago lost in the rush of her run. She giggles to herself again, wondering why she was nervous at all.

She stops in front of him. "Hey, there...sorry about not stopping a minute ago...just a lot of nerves, lately, had to get 'em all worked out, I guess..." She winks at him with a smile. "So, you said something earlier about a drink...I was wondering if that offer was still up for grabs...?"

"Sure. Anything specific you want? I can get you anything you like." He says smiling putting the weights up having been benching about 100 lbs before she came over. He smiles watching her as he is releasing a constant stream of pheramones into the air

Mille smiled at him with a nod. "Ah-huh. Water, if you've got it." She couldn't quite get a grasp on it, but something was definitely different about him...both him as a person and her perception of him at the moment. She shook her head a little to clear it out, not knowing that she was breathing in anything but air. For some reason, he seemed a bit more pleasant to look at...a bit more THAN pleasant to look at...she shook her head again, unable to stop a slight, involuntary shudder as she got herself back under control.

"So, how new are you? Did you just get here today, or is this your first week, or what?" Normally, she detested small talk, but at the moment, she couldn't think of anything else to say. Suddenly, it clicked in her mind, and she wondered vaguely why she hadn't thought to say it before. "What's your name, by the way? Mine's Melissa...but I like it better when people call me Mille." She giggled softly after saying that, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Nor was she sure as to why things were getting so fuzzy in her mind at the moment...

"I'm Zachary. I teach Magick here at the school. Its my first week here. If you have noticed other sturdents can use magick. I help then with it." He says snapping his fingers a bottle of icy cool, crisp water appearing in her hand in a puff of black mist. "There you go."

"Magick?" She asked a bit vaguely, uncertain both by what he meant and by what she meant to ask. She supposed, after what she'd seen so far, magic certainly wasn't out of the question. A week ago, she'd have laughed at him and called him crazy, but now, she was fairly sure he was telling the truth. Of course, at the moment, he could have told her that the sky was red and the grass was silver and she'd have believed him, her head was so fuzzy. And why the hell couldn't she stop thinking about how warm she was? It was a touch odd...

She squeaked softly as a bottle of water appeared in her hand, unsure as to where it came from. "Neat trick..." She said, wonderment in her voice. She caught herself looking the guy up and down. Again. She'd done it about five times so far. Mille forced herself to focus and opened her water. She took a long drink, and some of it spilled out of her mouth, a long trickle that flowed down her chin, her throat, and down into the valley between her breasts. She gasped softly, noticing that, for some reason, her nipples were hard at this brief contact with the cold. She knew she was sensitive, but this was a bit beyond the norm! She soon found herself clenching her legs together as a not-entirely-unpleasant feeling started to grow between them. Oh God...what's happening to me... She wondered briefly, giving a soft sigh as she put the cap back on her bottle. "Th...thanks for the water..." She stuttered out softly, her eyes slightly unfocused, trying to control her breathing, which was trying to skyrocket, along with her heartrate. Something was wrong, and she had no clue what...

He smiles at her and leans in he kisses her forhead softly. "You seem to be a little hot. Are you ok?" He asks her smiling softly as he helps her sit on the workout bench in his lap. "You are very lovely. You know that?"

Mille lost her battle to control her breathing as he kisses her forehead. "I am...a little...I don't really know...why, though..." She said between gasps, a soft whimper escaping her lips at the end of the sentence. She blushed brightly, clinging a bit to the man as he sits her on his lap. She knows that she should probably be objecting and trying to get away...but for the life of her, she can't think of why. He makes a very pleasant seat after all...

Mille leaned her head against his chest, wiggling softly on his lap with a giggle. "I suppose...do you really think so?" She asks with a soft smile, the blush on her face deepening slightly. She doesn't know what's going on, and after a minute, simply stops caring, more than content to sit there on Zachary's lap, leaning against his chest, clinging to him.

He smiles and a large hard lump forms under her and grinds against her ass while she sits & wiggles there in his lap. "Yes I do think so. Your very pretty & sexy." He says smiling as he statarts stroking her thigh.

Mille gasps as she feels the hard lump beneath her. She grinds over it with a soft giggle. "Well, apparently you mean it when you say it..." She turns, straddling his lap now and presses her body against him, her hard nipples pressed against his chest. She leans her head on his shoulder now. "I don't know what's wrong with me right now...part of me wonders what's going on...and part of me just doesn't care..." She looks closely at Zachary as she wiggles against him some more.

She moans softly again when his hand finds her thigh, feeling unusually hot against her skin. She moves a little faster on top of him, not sure why she's doing this, why she's liking it. Some part in the back of her mind screams that this is bad news, that this guy isnt' all that he says he is, and that she's asking for trouble if she stays there, doing what she's doing...but that part goes unheeded, nearly unnoticed.