Wicked Witch of Schwartzweld
They howled, sang to the moon as it belonged to them. Curupira wondered sometimes what it was to be a powerful demon as he was, as she was; as they were. She wasn't; her demon side was different, hidden. She was a monster hidden behind the face of a doll; an angel. The Dathomiri recognized that she had been called beautiful throughout her life… it wasn't what she saw. Ruu saw beyond the fair skin and the dyed hair. She could see the burning fire being the golden irises, and the monster always ready to play her mate's games. She longed for it, dreamed of it.
When Curupira vanished, it was because she felt her own weakness. She felt she was losing her power, her strength. Nona called it magic, Seth knew it as the Force. Whatever it was, whatever its name it was – Curupira couldn't feel her connection as she had once. It had been reactionary, as an invisible friend who would listen and make life more interesting. Until one morning, a simple incantation failed, and a small hand gesture delivered not. It was when Curupira Hawk, the mate of Ket Van-Derveld became a petty coward…, she ran, desperate to find that very power. She could not allow herself to stand next to true wolves and be weak. That was not who she was…
Years had passed since. Maybe her face didn't show it, but Curupira felt the maturity creep in. Once, she had laughed in the insanity of being a mother to two grown girls. She knew they were hers, there was no denying, product of Lupine and Witch. Both mad as a hatter, in their own ways. There was never any question what the girls claimed was true; but Ruu wasn't ready to be Ma'dri, wasn't ready grow up. Not until she heard her daughter screaming for her through the Force – Katrine was becoming a mother herself, before she had even become one. Curupira had never quite understood the bond of a mother and daughter, a wolf and her cup; not until her baby girl – not born of her own flesh, but still hers – needed her.
He wasn't here though. Not once.
Somewhere far from where she was, the lone wolf searched for something she didn't know. Curupira didn't doubt he would come home; he always came back. But she grew impatient with the years. Her hand reached to her shoulder blades; the old scars still felt fresh, new. Sometimes, Curupira was convinced they hurt when he was nearby. Sometimes though, she knew it wasn't them at all, it was the Force still whispering to her, though distant. Ket wasn't too far from where she was, wherever he was. He'd come to her if she called.
When Curupira vanished, it was because she felt her own weakness. She felt she was losing her power, her strength. Nona called it magic, Seth knew it as the Force. Whatever it was, whatever its name it was – Curupira couldn't feel her connection as she had once. It had been reactionary, as an invisible friend who would listen and make life more interesting. Until one morning, a simple incantation failed, and a small hand gesture delivered not. It was when Curupira Hawk, the mate of Ket Van-Derveld became a petty coward…, she ran, desperate to find that very power. She could not allow herself to stand next to true wolves and be weak. That was not who she was…
Years had passed since. Maybe her face didn't show it, but Curupira felt the maturity creep in. Once, she had laughed in the insanity of being a mother to two grown girls. She knew they were hers, there was no denying, product of Lupine and Witch. Both mad as a hatter, in their own ways. There was never any question what the girls claimed was true; but Ruu wasn't ready to be Ma'dri, wasn't ready grow up. Not until she heard her daughter screaming for her through the Force – Katrine was becoming a mother herself, before she had even become one. Curupira had never quite understood the bond of a mother and daughter, a wolf and her cup; not until her baby girl – not born of her own flesh, but still hers – needed her.
He wasn't here though. Not once.
Somewhere far from where she was, the lone wolf searched for something she didn't know. Curupira didn't doubt he would come home; he always came back. But she grew impatient with the years. Her hand reached to her shoulder blades; the old scars still felt fresh, new. Sometimes, Curupira was convinced they hurt when he was nearby. Sometimes though, she knew it wasn't them at all, it was the Force still whispering to her, though distant. Ket wasn't too far from where she was, wherever he was. He'd come to her if she called.
"Come home."
There was a time when he was always around, when all it took was for Ruu to think of him and he would come. Perhaps she had been hiding for so long that he could no longer come to her side; or perhaps because Ket had understood she needed this time away. Years had passed, and while there was much Curupira had to re-learn, a new way to speak to the Force when it had stopped listening; she was tired of talking to herself. Me, myself and I was a great companion, but sometimes – Ruu could get bored of herself too.
Obviously, she meant Kat's silly little droid and the program. Not always.
She chuckled and swirled at the mirror; quite happy with her new look. "Pretty," the Dathomiri agreed with her own reflection with a firm nod, before exiting the large room she slept in most of the nights while on the moon. Figaro Favoura VII wasn't always home. It wasn't much of a place of where the wolves had come to, a fantasy to look forward. Maybe sometimes she dreamed of being here, when she listened about it. Admittedly, those dreams weren't fun as the latest ones; but the Witch was going to have to admit she was missing on the only true company she had ever wanted. Needed was probably a different story, but the mad wolf was the only company Curupira ever wanted.
Letting out a random giggle, the woman exited, wandering the long ancient hallways of the Schwartzweld. Such a funny word, she mussed to herself as she made a few random turns. After so long, she did know where she was going; but Curupira still loved getting lost. Sometimes, she stumbled on old dusty rooms full of fun secrets so she and Larentia – who if you didn't know, dear depths of Ruu's mind, is Curupira's granddaughter – could explore further. Her blue-eyed wolf was a delight in her life, curious and bright, and just a bit on the crazy side (so far). Curupira loved her company, as she had come to learn.
"Let's try…. Door number 3," she decided at random and danced over to the heavy doors, waving her thin hands in front of them. They opened at her command, exploring cobwebs and dust. Another adventure for the Witch.