~PAPA SKELETOR AU SNIP-IT 1~
"I did EXACTLY what i was supposed to do, YOU'RE the one who didn't warn us that there would be princesses there!" Catra spat with venom on her tongue towards Shadow Weaver. Obviously ticked off with such a tone, the sorceress approached only a bit but with malice evident, her tattered robes bellowing and coming to life around her as she spoke, "I gave you a simple task; Bring. Back. Adora. Instead your your squadron ravaged, your war machine destroyed, and Adora is still missing." Catra merely glanced at the dark, cloth tendrils float around her before spitting some more snarky banter the older womans way. "News flash, old lady! If Adora wanted to come home, she'd be hear right now. Adora's gone. Defected and i'm starting to think she had the right idea," Shadow Weavers eyes widened at this new information, clearly she couldn't believe the child she had manipulated since birth had gone to the side of good but the same emotion spiraled into more anger as the cadet continued to speak, "so maybe, its you who should be showing a little more respect TO ME."
""LIES!" The witch belted, growing in size along with her shadows, every source of light in the quarters broken into fragments as the darkness drew closer. "I am our of patience to address your incompetence and your insubordination, cadet." Shadow Weaver loomed over over the young girl, rage clear in her blank, narrowed eyes, "You will answer to a higher power, Lord Hordak himself." Catra grew a face of worry and fear as she said this for the womans shadows had begun to encompass her, any source of light be snuffed out until a loud, nasally but intimadating voice echoed through the room.
"Shadow Weaver!" The shadows the once covered Catra begun to recite into the grimy cracks and walls of the Fright Zone, but remaining at the shadow womans sides, Shadow Weaver herself returning to normals size as her eyes shot dagger at the man who stood in the door way, Catra turning to follow her gaze. And sense of relief washed over her once she saw who it is, her adoptive father and Adoras uncle, Skeletor. "Skeletor, you do NOT wish to anger me more." Said wizard began walking forward, the clack of his staff adding to his intimidation factor, "And you do NOT take such a tone with me OR MY cadet, I shall tend to Catra, you may return to your dingy corner to rot with that pathetic stone you use for power." This only got the sorceress angrier, her shadows growing slightly as she growled, "You dare talk down to me!?" "I only find myself superior because my power is NATURAL, you are WEAK without the Black Garnet. Now, leave. Or i'll put my Havoc Staff to good use" Skeletors red eyes glowed simultaneously with the goat skull planted at the top of his staff, slamming down once he was directly in front of the witch, gently nudging the cadet to the side.
Shadow Weaver narrowed her eyes at the sorcerer before turning around and floating out of the room. Skeletor sighed once she was out of ear shot, turning to Catra, speaking to her with a softer, more paternal tone, "Catra...what's the matter now?"
WOO, OKAY, i know this is short but Imma make more if this is received well enough, let me know if you like it!! I certainly had alot of fun writing it! Anyways, bye, love you!!💚💚
