The Wolf Queen

Regina in Potestate
Location: Katrine's chamber, The Schwartzweld Original Outfit: This (no mask) New Outfit: This
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Little Kat had always wondered about the moon of her ancestors.
Little Kat had never felt welcomed among the Witches of Dathomir.
She knew she was different, unique among her peers.
Out in the galaxy, she had found adventure.
On Figaro Favoura VII, she had found a home and built a family.
When Katrine set out to explore the Van-Derveld stronghold, it was because much of it had remained undiscovered through the years of living here. Larentia was growing up, becoming curious and wandering around the abandoned hallways, and the Lupine knew she could no longer delay her inspection of those wings.
She hadn't expected to find a restless spirit among these walls, harbouring such hate and anger. Wulfram Van-Derveld was everything the Van-Dervelds no longer were. He didn't know Lupines could procreate with other species to deliver their pure-blooded species; he didn't know the family flourished because they had left the moon, and he didn't allow for any impurities as he had seen them.
She hadn't expected to find a restless spirit among these walls, harbouring such hate and anger. Wulfram Van-Derveld was everything the Van-Dervelds no longer were. He didn't know Lupines could procreate with other species to deliver their pure-blooded species; he didn't know the family flourished because they had left the moon, and he didn't allow for any impurities as he had seen them.
This bigotry made him almost kill her daughter.
Larentia would have been dead now if it weren't for the Warrior of Ulf.
It wasn't for her adult daughter sacrificing her life.
Larentia would have been dead now if it weren't for the Warrior of Ulf.
It wasn't for her adult daughter sacrificing her life.
Katrine offered one small smile to her mate at the end of their conversation, letting her eyes wander back to Alwine and Pebble for a moment before she looked down and realised her old suit of power was damaged on the arm. "That's another strike for Wulfram," Katrine quietly commented.
This armour had many memories of her past life, from the time she was made Nightmother of the Mandragora, but it was also a remnant of her past and something Katrine was no longer attached to. She was the First Mother of the Spirits, the ichor-imbued Nightmother of the beyond. Yet, the black no longer suited her.

Without saying a word, she snuck into her closet, taking off the old and pulling out pieces of clothing without thinking. "I am the Nightmother; I am the First of the new age."The spirits themselves guided her hands as she pulled out and dressed, chanting away through the process. "I am the White Wolf, the deliverer of the future bright." Jart perched at her side, strengthening her shoulder blades as Doashim embraced her in an invisible hug.
"I am not an option. I am the only choice." Katrine continued her chant as Lylek tapped its legs against the fabric. This new outfit altered in colour at the chant, representing her natural colour, the platinum of her natural hair colour and the white of her fur. "I am the storm. I am the only destiny."
Katrine emerged from the wardrobe at last, the spirits surrounding her. She was the only one in the room now privy to them, but she knew they were here.
"I want to end this before dawn." Katrine declared to the three people still in the room. One Dathomiri, two Wolves, and a Bloodhound against the spirits of her ancestors, and only she was capable of reaching into the ichor. It would ultimately come down to her and Wulfram. "The other spirits will bend to my will, but Wulfram needs to be banished."
Her sapphire gaze moved between them. She knew both Aston and Pebble would stand with her now, but she wasn't entirely sure about Alwine. Their bond was turned from one-sided enemies to accepted. If Alwine wanted to stay out of the Van-Derveld battles, she was free to do so now. "Alwine? This isn't your fight if you wanted to sit it out." She didn't have to question her sister if she would stand with her.