''Seeds and nuts, mostly.'' He replied, opening the back door again. He lifted his head high and smelt the wind again, sensing a blizzard coming. Closing the door, he turned to Kirsty. ''There's a snow storm coming, by the way. A bad one at that.'' He said, trying not to alarm her. Or appear alarmed. He didn't like snow storms. He couldn't fly very well in them.

[[Sorry again! ;~;]]

((its ok haha))

Kirsty looked at him and nodded. "Ok just means that i will have to make sure we have enough wood." She said to him putting the seeds in a bowl and putting the bird on the rim of the bowl to eat. She looked at Markus and smiled at him before walking outside and colecting alot of wood.

Delving once again into his unthought thoughts and unspoken words, Markus realized that in order to understand the instinct that something terrible would soon happen, he had to pay close attention to one of his dreams. He very rarely had dreams, so when he did, he was highly attuned to them. He hovered on a specific one for a moment, before diving right in.

Looking around, Markus stood up. Kirsty had gone, and he was alone. He was in the middle of no where, a stark black, barren ground beneath him. It was all of one colour, and there was nothing on it, no difference in the landscape besides a few sloping hills. The sky was a light blue, no clouds in sight, a blinding hot sun beating down on him. He began walking, not entirely sure of which direction he was going in. He knew that if he stayed in this dreaming realm for too long, he lost any chance of returning. He heard a noise, and looked to his left in time to see a giant serpent, its head easily as long as he was tall, abut ten feet away, its body stretching endlessly in the distance.

In the real world, Markus hadn't moved, but his eyes had opened, and were staring forward, unblinkingly. They were nothing more than glowing silver discs now.

Markus released a huge wave of electricity through his fingertips. He hadn't known he could do that. Backing up, he glared down at the snake, before walking back over to it and poking it with his foot. It was definitely dead. Sighing, he reached into its mouth and pulled out a fang, before stabbing it into his arm. He needed the venom. He went through agonising pain for a few moments, before standing up once again. He had seen what he needed to see. He closed his eyes and said the incantation that would bring him back.

Markus arm started bleeding, just beneath his shoulder. It had a small gash in it, about five centimeters across, but it was bleeding profusely. Blood dripped to a puddle on the floor. The silver glow in his eyes faded, almost disappearing completely, but not quite. There was still an eerie glow to his eyes for a few minutes. Standing up, he looked at Kirsty, wordlessly. He was thinking.

[[GODDAMNIT. CURSE MY LEFT THINKING BRAIN. -.-']]

Laughing, Markus snapped out of it and pushed her away, albeit gently. ''It's... an angel thing. Humans don't do it.'' He said, ignoring completely the cut on his arm, and moving to the door to stack the wood neatly. Glancing up, he saw the first few snowflakes begin to drift silently to the ground.

[[lol. Markus? XD]]

''Just a snakes fang dug into my arm, is all.'' He didn't mention the size of the snake. Or the fact that it was a self-inflicted wound. Instead, finished stacking the wood, he went and sat on the couch, glaring disgustedly at the snow that piled up in fluffy blankets outside the door.

It was too late Kirsty was in a self trance that was hard to get out of. All you could hear from her was mummbles about how everything was her fault and how she was a bad person and doesn't deserve the life her has. (a descussion i have with my self many time)

 She was in the deepest part of her mind a place where no man or woman would want to go. Inside her head she was in a black room as everyone that she had ever met was around her blaming her for all the things that was wrong in their lives and to her they made scence.