| Rodrik cannot help but pity the young scaled girl as she crouches and frowns. There was nothing a child could do when born with such a gift. The world has fashioned and birthed a blessing and monster into one. Ajatar was the very spawn the devil himself would have been once proud to be a father to, however, this time he does not. A part of him yearns to help her—help her find her own way in this world that is not controlled by the decisions of another. Maybe it was the love of his parents that drove him to feel this way. Maybe it is the same feeling that fueled his love for Oksana, bloody and born into the world a mess. This child was simply the same, but this time he would not choose to do what he did to Oksana. His choice is not really justified for any reason, or something he cannot quite answer yet. But, for now, it will have to do even if it is not something he normally does. “Control it?” she pips up like any normal child-like mind would when intrigued by something new that fascinated them. “Of course it is possible,” he says with firmness. There is no denying such a thing, especially when the ability is anew and hardly been discovered. “You are young, and if you are truly determined you can master it.” Rodrik pauses though, making sure she understands this part exactly. “You must master it before it masters you,” the red stallion knows all too well the truth in it. He had been a fool when the “darkness” had consumed him. It had mastered him, chaining and creating him into an obedient monster. The call of the “darkness” was tempting and the greatest tasting forbidden fruit he had ever tasted. But this time it would not take him. |
@[Kortnee]
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