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- Dec 3, 2013
Markov simply sat where he was, he had no idea that she would accept him. He was confessing his crimes to her here, in reality him telling her what he had was his way of hoping she would end his life. He was that monster. He had killed thirty children, stolen them even before he had ever laid a hand on them. His actions were so foolish and thoughtless, he created another monster knowing that he himself was something like that. He had seen the other Ancients, seen what they were capable of. After all the Ancients were all family, they all shared the same blood from that of their God. Markov was the only exception to this though, he had learned of the human's compassion their love. And it changed him, it made him realize that there was so much more to being alive, than death. Markov had fallen in love before he had even met the Witch that had started this whole game of cat and mouse. She had shown him that there was so much to look forward to in life, so much to be excited for. And frankly Markov wasn't feeling that up until recently.
"What we both did, was understandable in it's out twisted way," Markov said as she forgave him and told him that she didn't want to fight him any longer. Hearing those words were sort of like a freedom for him. He imagined it would be similar to that when a captured wild animal was set free. He sighed out as she pushed up against him, a burden lifting from his chest. Markov's head fell to the left as it rested atop McKinley's. He realized that they wouldn't be able to stay here for long, this place was soaked with his blood and that of a lycan's. As well the corpse of the dead low ranking beast. Markov's face had nearly completely healed, but his fangs were still exposed, their cores bleeding badly. Looking down at her, Markov made a decision that was going to change his life forever. In this state, he could let his fangs heal over time and then scale them back down to teeth, but if he did it now he would never be able to change them back to fangs again. Closing his mouth and calming himself, the exposed fangs slowly shift back into the shape of a human's canine teeth. Markov rolled his tongue along the back of them feeling that they were completely healed. "We should move," he spoke down to McKinley.
"What we both did, was understandable in it's out twisted way," Markov said as she forgave him and told him that she didn't want to fight him any longer. Hearing those words were sort of like a freedom for him. He imagined it would be similar to that when a captured wild animal was set free. He sighed out as she pushed up against him, a burden lifting from his chest. Markov's head fell to the left as it rested atop McKinley's. He realized that they wouldn't be able to stay here for long, this place was soaked with his blood and that of a lycan's. As well the corpse of the dead low ranking beast. Markov's face had nearly completely healed, but his fangs were still exposed, their cores bleeding badly. Looking down at her, Markov made a decision that was going to change his life forever. In this state, he could let his fangs heal over time and then scale them back down to teeth, but if he did it now he would never be able to change them back to fangs again. Closing his mouth and calming himself, the exposed fangs slowly shift back into the shape of a human's canine teeth. Markov rolled his tongue along the back of them feeling that they were completely healed. "We should move," he spoke down to McKinley.