The Blood Hound
Dathomir.
Scherezade hadn't planned on coming here so soon. She thought she would go, plan things out, do some things, and at some point remember that she had to go to Dathomir and talk to Angelo.
Instead, she left Tatooine and headed to the planet of the Witches immediately, still covered in bits of Hutt babies, still stinking, still crying.
Everything inside her hurt. Hurt at the family that wasn't a family, hurt at the family that was no longer family, hurt with every breath over Gerwald and Katrine, hurt knowing all her moments were being replaced and rewritten, that all her plans meant nothing.
She couldn't fix her relationships with Celestine and Asteria either, even though those weren't damaged, but just not closed. So there was one thing left that she could do. She could bring Celestine, Asteria, and Angelo closer together. Make them a family again. Petra had told her where she could find him, and that was exactly what she was going to do.
En route, she finished a few more cases of liquor. Standing was hard. Walking was harder. She was beyond drunk by the time she landed on the planet.
This time there would be no games, no pretty speeches. Last time she was here... Gerwald had been with her. She choked back the will to start crying again. It didn't make sense, it wasn't logical that she couldn't go anywhere or do anything that the two had not touched together in one form or another.
Closing her eyes, the drunk Sith allowed her presence through the Force to spread forth and unleash to every direction on the planet.
I am looking for Angelo Cavataio, she sent the message along with it.
Scherezade hadn't planned on coming here so soon. She thought she would go, plan things out, do some things, and at some point remember that she had to go to Dathomir and talk to Angelo.
Instead, she left Tatooine and headed to the planet of the Witches immediately, still covered in bits of Hutt babies, still stinking, still crying.
Everything inside her hurt. Hurt at the family that wasn't a family, hurt at the family that was no longer family, hurt with every breath over Gerwald and Katrine, hurt knowing all her moments were being replaced and rewritten, that all her plans meant nothing.
She couldn't fix her relationships with Celestine and Asteria either, even though those weren't damaged, but just not closed. So there was one thing left that she could do. She could bring Celestine, Asteria, and Angelo closer together. Make them a family again. Petra had told her where she could find him, and that was exactly what she was going to do.
En route, she finished a few more cases of liquor. Standing was hard. Walking was harder. She was beyond drunk by the time she landed on the planet.
This time there would be no games, no pretty speeches. Last time she was here... Gerwald had been with her. She choked back the will to start crying again. It didn't make sense, it wasn't logical that she couldn't go anywhere or do anything that the two had not touched together in one form or another.
Closing her eyes, the drunk Sith allowed her presence through the Force to spread forth and unleash to every direction on the planet.
I am looking for Angelo Cavataio, she sent the message along with it.