<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>Nude<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st:<strong>2:26pm</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kendall Wood: Domum Heli<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Christa, Open<br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Terran didn't view himself in the way Christa did. He kicked himself daily for the way he ran from what he truly is. If he had stuck around, maybe...just maybe, Jess would still be alive. Maybe his parents, Landon and Angela's parents would still be alive too. It was a constant struggle for him. He constantly blamed himself. In fact, he viewed Christa very much as a goddess, a very powerful Goddess. He would never understand why she waited for someone like him. She could have her pick of men.<br/><br/>He grinned against her lips as she straddled him. Even if all they did was kiss, he loved it when she did it. She completely consumed him, covered him with her beautiful body and he absolutely loved it. His hands slid along her back and her hips, over her butt, giving it a squeeze while they kissed. He moaned softly. He whispered between kisses, against her lips, <strong>"I love you, more than anything." </strong>She was the air he breathed, the breeze against his skin. She was what consumed his every day and every night and he was happy about it. What was he going to do with himself with out her?</span>