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“Looking up at the sky, I think I see the start of a sunrise.”
“..Who you chose to be was out of my control”_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
username; howlingtothestars
name; Duana (irish) - Hadria (latin-America)
gender; female
Personality
(300 words)
spaceHadria is akin to a
Epiphyllum oxypetalum. She is gentle and does not need very much attention to thrive in the right conditions. Her emotions dictate her decisions, and she follows her gut very often, though it is not uncommon for her to misread its warning.
spaceHadria’s greatest flaw is her great trust on emotions alone. Through her feelings, she determines how she should act and behave around and towards another, and this often leads love to blind logic. However, after her experience with Itzale had passed, she gained a better understanding of how her emotions can bind her. She now struggles to follow logical thought over emotion, but such a drastic change is not one which happens over night. It is not uncommon for her to slip up and for her emotions to dictate, but she often catches herself and reals it back so she may remain steadfast with clear eyes.
spaceHadria is an extrovert, despite the events of her life. She believes strongly in second chances and believes that the actions of one never dictate the actions of the many. She is a social butterfly and is always happy to have a chat with others. She has many distant friends, but almost none who are particularly close to her. Itzale’s decisions have left a lasting stain on her heart, and she is slower to trust and allow others to draw close to her than she was in the past. Generally, particularly when alone, Hadria is a quiet and gentle-faced individual. She likes to enjoy the beauty of the world, and often goes out of her way to view the wonders before her. As night comes around, she does her best to remain awake during most of it, which leads to her often sleeping through most of the day.
Are they afraid of the dark? Why or why not?
(786 words)
spaceI remember the night we met vividly.
spaceTwinkling stars and a waning crescent moon, the midnight fog hovering just so gracefully above the ground. In the moonlit forest, he seemed to almost glow, and I was instantly transfixed. I gathered my courage and approached him, and as though his looks were not enough to already melt me, his silky voice and gentle tone made my heart skip a beat and my mind drop its thoughts. I was in love with him, and in time he grew to love me as well.
spaceWe became mates, and he spoke to me about the world he knew. The night we met, he had been seeking out creatures of the night to dispel. He told me of what truly lurks within the shadows, and my gut clenched into a fist. I promised to him that I would never leave our den at night, and it was easily done. With the setting sun, I would run to our home and wish him farewell and goodluck on his hunts as the shadows stretched across and consumed the land.
spaceI hated those nights. Waiting for him to return left me restless and anxious, and there were times where I swore that I heard distant screeches emitting from the darkness. However, when he returned to me, I would curl up against him and my fears would instantly fade away. His strange smell never bothered me, and his warmth and the sound of his breathing would eventually lull me into slumber.
spaceAs time passed, I noticed a change within him. He became more and more possessive and defensive - even to the point where I was not permitted to travel past a certain barrier in our territory. Eventually, he began to call me new names which were unfavorable to hear. I questioned him on this and expressed my feelings towards it, but he responded with a hurt tone and explained that it was his way of showing that he loved me. I felt sick and apologized for hurting him. I allowed the names to continue, but when I tried to create names for him, he would always stop me and explain that it was something only he could do. I accepted this without question, embarrassed for having disturbed him.
spaceOn the ninth year of our mateship, I drew my courage one night and chose to follow him. Concern for his safety led me forward with each silent step. His path was determined and straightforward with no hesitance. I began to fear what I was getting myself into as the moon stretched over the trees. I braced myself to feel a bitter, gut-wrenching fear as the silver rays rested on my back, but instead. . . I felt peace. I did not question it, as he was beginning to slip away from my sight. I hurried and followed him, remaining as quiet as I could. As we pressed onward into the woods, the strange smell which often coated him when he returned at night began to fill the air, and I grew nervous. I was waiting for one of those beasts he spoke of to lunge from the darkness when he stopped and began digging, but nothing happened. Curiosity led me around and to a large tree, where courage lifted me up the tree to look down at what he was digging up.
spaceIf I did not have control of myself, my stomach would have released its contents that instant. The sight of the mass below made the stench he bore each night make sense in an awful way, and I suddenly realized the true meaning behind his words.
spaceThe night is not filled with countless monsters, it is filled with one.
spaceAnd he slept beside me each night.
spaceThat night was the hardest to sleep through, but the time awake gave me time to think and plan. With the coming of the dawn, I left the den to work in our territory and things were as normal. When dusk came, he left and I wished him farewell. He called me one of those names as he left and my jaw clenched at the insult. Once he was gone, I packed what little belongings he had allowed me to have and slipped away in the opposite direction he had gone.
spaceNight spread across the land again as I traveled, but strangely, I did not flinch from the shadows. In fact, as I watched the waxing crescent moon rise above me, I smiled and closed my eyes, absorbing its beautiful light. With his veil of lies removed from my eyes and mind, I saw the night for what it was, and I embraced the change which would follow its passing.
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CreditsItzale - Owned by me
Art by Me