<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/TerranMarksTattooscopy_zps4ac9f738.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Terran Marks<br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Witch, Earth Deity<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Brown cargo pants (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/Men-s-Fashion-Casual-Pants-AMMP70004-_zps5b69c503.jpg), black v neck crew top (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/mans-t-shirts-2_zpsb0b3dcd0.jpg), and  black and white addidas tennis shoes. (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/AdidasBarricadeVMensTennisShoes1_zpsabb23352.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st: 1:00pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kendall Wood: Domum Heli<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Christa, Open<br/><br/>Terran sighed against her lips, a pleasant sigh. He enjoyed kissing Christa. He enjoyed the intimacy and tender moment. He did care about her and what she wanted, what she needed. As she drew back from him, he looked down at her. He nodded.<strong>"I know, babe. I know. I know how hard it has been for you to seperate yourself from that...side of you. It is difficult for me as well."</strong>Because he was born in this place, this Cabin, where dark magic once dwelled. He had a dark side to him as well. But it was also what made him capable of understanding the struggles Christa went through. Sometimes, he still could hear the whispers, the Kendall Ancestors calling out to them both, trying to corrupt them, but it was also another reason they could not let Aiden get his hands on the cabin, on the forest. He and Christa were the only two who could control it and hold the darkness at bay.<br/><br/>He frowned as she grabbed him suddenly, like in desperation to make him understand something. Then, she spoke.<strong>"Something he would approve of. Like?"</strong>He didn't like the idea of Christa hurting anyone. Doing something dark could also effect her in way they couldn't see, now. It was a risky plan and he didn't like it, but it was all he had. Someone had to get in that house and get the ring off of Aiden and the only one who could do that was Christa. He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her tightly, hugging her.<strong> "I don't like it, any of it. But it is all I've got."</strong>He pulled back and looked at her seriously.<strong> "If we can come up with something else...less risky, it would be best...but we have to get that crest off his finger, Christa. We have to get rid of that book, for all your sakes."</strong>