Yuri Markov's Questionnaire

I work, like all humans are forced to. A certain camouflage I have yet to be accustomed. Forced to reshape the corpses of the forest once vibrant with life, now I work to defend my domain against those that take advantage of the mercy I gave not.

The night grants me shadows to which I welcome it with open arms before the Moon shines bright; to invest in the demise their industry so graciously provided. It's their muffled cries singing with stoic gaze of the forest just as their bloodied soul seeps into the ground.

What do I spend this money on? The Silence, and the song of the storm.

I find if they are worth it. I use that very same pride in their humanity to watch them before I set my real eyes on them.

Oblivious they show their whole lives online; they show their ignorance. They have the world witness their folly, their prideful sins... Brazen smiles that have never known the fear of death; of true justice. It starts with a name, a face, their willingness to enter my domain, the selfishness not to leave it as it was, to stain the very lands that feed them. Creatures of vile natures... All of them, 

Yet they do not see... They smile, knowing their fault....

And I do too... I watch... I smile...



Until I don't have to anymore....

I am reborn every century. Dying only to arise back. No memory of the former. Who was I before the call of the night? I was, what I am, I am, who I will always be. His name was Yuri Markov. A man driven to suicide. A man alone. What of a defining moment? When there be none to go back to...

My blood and bones rot away with time, thus I search for ways to longer my survival. I breath, I slumber, just the same as man for now. This body has it's limits, limits of which I hope to one day break, and be born as my truest form... For now however, I will still search for my moment.

As the only memory I have now, is the stolen souls of Yuri Markov.

I pray that those whom knew the flames shall know no longer. Those that know of me, inhuman in nature, or they have the knowledge of what is, and what should be.

Their names are a silent to me, but I know their realm is of the same nature. Humanity is a fire that burns too hot for it's own goo, and what am I to be question the fate they have set upon?

Baga, the Primitive. Bishop, the game ranger? Yuri Markov's cat- Bubbles? This is all I know.

The Primitive resides close to my homestead, they hunt within reason, they live with the forest and not against it. A balance of this world that humanity has long forgotten. We share humble words of silence. An understanding between two predators with a singular goal... Survival,

Bishop, the Game ranger... Human, yet... quiet. Strange. I see the Predator in their eyes. They way they scorn at people... One day, they too shall taste the Earth, but for now, they entertain me so.

Isn't it beautiful? The Snow, the trees, the winds and whistles of the storms between their trunks. The Forest almost sings to me. It is a place where I can be free, a place I can call home. There are many nights of solitude I spend here. Many nights I spend watching them wander through my home.

They don't see me in the darkness. They laugh, they love and litter, like the pests that they are... All while I sharpen my hatchet, and dream of their crimson splendor under the moonlight. This is my home, my place. The lands of my birth, and the grounds of which they shall meet their end.

Parents?

I don't know.

Yuri had them. They were, kind. warm. The sort that cherished the young. Even monsters have childhoods... Short, long, fast, however, the thought of being born is all that there is to them.

I have no memories of them.I atleast try to connect, but they pay no bother to me in this form.

Is it my eyes? Front facing. A predator. Or is it my soul? It is something I can never answer, because that is not why I am here...

I never did learn about humans beyond what they really are. They never bothered to stand still long enough for me to question. Some say they take years studying the world they actively destroy with every breath, in order to save it... Yuri went to such... A sad state of affairs...

There a beauty to the young. To be born without sin... When last did I, I have no idea.

All I know is death.

Once... but that was ages ago. I can't remember their face, nor name... Only the feeling that tore inside me when I was taken.

Perhaps it was fate for me to never remember. It does interfere with the mission; to defend what Humanity is so dead set on destroying

I know that I will never bear, nor father children.

I will never meet the souls I crossed in the past ever again, nor find solace in their presence.

But maybe someday the pain will fade away... The memories gone again...

I will find the end of which I longed for... An end where I can be... Free.

Until then...

I'll protect theirs...