- Messages
- 139
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Curved 11 1/2 Inch Sturdy Blackthorn Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 11/2038
Vasilka examined her scenery. It was indeed much different that Germany. Mom sent me here to be happy. But...how can I? I loved it there...despite the past. Her dark eyes rested upon the ground. Her black veil covering her snow white face. Her dark red lips parted as her fingers traced around her stomach. Her black dress showed how thin she was. Vasilka soon grew dizzy, and leaned against the nearest building. This sickness was the worst she had ever endured. The sun rays grey violent on Vasilka's eyes as she stared into the sky. Her eyes soon met the sidewalk.
Germany had been much better than this place, she thought darkly. She was fresh out of Durmstrang, and too ill to look for a job there. Her temper had caused her to be out of line once again. This time, she had taken it too far. Iulia didn't have a choice but to send her to Kalif. "Kalif...if only he would have died in Azkaban." muttered Vasilka in fluent German. No matter if she was full-blooded Bulgarian, she would always consider Germany her home. The only one who was proud that she was here would be Namina. Even her first cousin, Jaken, hated her. But what could she expect? She terrorized him all his childhood when he was with Iulia.
Vasilka felt like she could support herself again and she began to walk once again. Her black, elegant nails traced along the brick buildings. Her every step was almost as graceful as a swan. Her free hand lifted her dress just a tad to keep it from dragging the ground. She could smell the salt from the ocean lingering in the air. It disgusted her. Although there was nothing she could do. She wasn't even allowed to be on her own. She was sure Kalif or Namina would realize she was missing. "Bedrest, bedrest, bedrest. I need to be out." Vasilka spoke in German once again. She didn't know the people here. Everyone looked so strange. They were darker skinned, but not too dark. However, her skin was sickly white, so everyone she saw was more tan than she. Her mind went to her dead husband, and she felt severely depressed as she stopped to collect herself. She shivered from the air. She wondered who she would see first; Kalif, Namina, or some stranger.
Germany had been much better than this place, she thought darkly. She was fresh out of Durmstrang, and too ill to look for a job there. Her temper had caused her to be out of line once again. This time, she had taken it too far. Iulia didn't have a choice but to send her to Kalif. "Kalif...if only he would have died in Azkaban." muttered Vasilka in fluent German. No matter if she was full-blooded Bulgarian, she would always consider Germany her home. The only one who was proud that she was here would be Namina. Even her first cousin, Jaken, hated her. But what could she expect? She terrorized him all his childhood when he was with Iulia.
Vasilka felt like she could support herself again and she began to walk once again. Her black, elegant nails traced along the brick buildings. Her every step was almost as graceful as a swan. Her free hand lifted her dress just a tad to keep it from dragging the ground. She could smell the salt from the ocean lingering in the air. It disgusted her. Although there was nothing she could do. She wasn't even allowed to be on her own. She was sure Kalif or Namina would realize she was missing. "Bedrest, bedrest, bedrest. I need to be out." Vasilka spoke in German once again. She didn't know the people here. Everyone looked so strange. They were darker skinned, but not too dark. However, her skin was sickly white, so everyone she saw was more tan than she. Her mind went to her dead husband, and she felt severely depressed as she stopped to collect herself. She shivered from the air. She wondered who she would see first; Kalif, Namina, or some stranger.