- Messages
- 18,304
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Unknown
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Pansexual
- Wand
- Cypress/Ebony Mix 14" Core of Basilisk Fang; Black Walnut/Maple 12 3/4" Essense of Silver Thistle
- Age
- October 31, 2007 - November 7, 2039
Hadan trudged outside, while it was cloudy. It was the only time she actually could even step outside without something completely covering her thin, white body. She moved, silent and swift, as always. Hadan's red eyes gazed over at the lake, unable to tell whether it was frozen or no. Hadan stopped and stood in front of it. She stared into the cloudy sky, her mind racing with memories of the past. Hadan pulled her hood over her head, to protect her ears from the weather. Hadan bit her lip, as she looked more like Death from behind.
Hadan's true emotions washed over her face, if only for a moment. Anger. Sorrow. Depression. All these mixed into one. Hadan shoved them away, her face returning to her natural, stone cold face. She had to wear it. She had lost her entire family. Seen the majority of them die. Hadan sighed, blaming herself for Tamara's and Venita's deaths. Hadan picked up a pebble, and threw it as far as she possibly can. This was often how she handled her emotions, especially at Durmstrang.
She would never reveal what she did in Durmstrang. It was cruel, but it also served a purpose. That was one of the reasons why she wanted to go back, go back and continuing to handle her issues in a different way. But here, everything was warmer, more friendly. She enjoyed that. Hadan thought that she would forget everything, after her adoption, but it still haunted her nightmares. Hadan had tried to adjust to not sleeping, and actually came close to it. A three hour nap every few days helped, a lot. Although, Hadan did have to admit, she was much stronger than the average person that went through this.
Hadan's true emotions washed over her face, if only for a moment. Anger. Sorrow. Depression. All these mixed into one. Hadan shoved them away, her face returning to her natural, stone cold face. She had to wear it. She had lost her entire family. Seen the majority of them die. Hadan sighed, blaming herself for Tamara's and Venita's deaths. Hadan picked up a pebble, and threw it as far as she possibly can. This was often how she handled her emotions, especially at Durmstrang.
She would never reveal what she did in Durmstrang. It was cruel, but it also served a purpose. That was one of the reasons why she wanted to go back, go back and continuing to handle her issues in a different way. But here, everything was warmer, more friendly. She enjoyed that. Hadan thought that she would forget everything, after her adoption, but it still haunted her nightmares. Hadan had tried to adjust to not sleeping, and actually came close to it. A three hour nap every few days helped, a lot. Although, Hadan did have to admit, she was much stronger than the average person that went through this.