looking for heaven found the devil in me; brunhild

[Rodrik]

The wasteland was nothing compared to the brightly colored jungle he grew up in. When the old the world had not been destroyed he went there often. The red devil wandered through the trails less travelled. He let the memories, good and bad, come forth willingly. It had been many good ones, mostly consumed with his parents and siblings. However, the jungle held one sour memory. It was the memory of when he killed the stallion. Rodrik still does not regret what he had done. A price had to be paid for the loss of his baby sister and ultimately the reason why his mother began to die. His memories do not revolt back to the old days as much anymore. The new world is bright and beautiful, but still there is danger lingering within the very core of the heart. The fairies and mountain could do nothing to stop the growing greed for power and destruction within the hearts of wild animals. There would always be a darkness when there is light. Rodrik knows this all too well. He knows eventually there will come a time he will have to face the darkness once more. But, this time, he will not be a servant to the darkness. He will have his free will no matter what the price would be. The red stallion drops his thoughts away regarding the world he once knew and what is to come when he sees the dark mare. A smile is quick to light up his face. His heart beats a little faster than normal. Every day with Brunhild felt brand new. He wonders if this was the love his mother had for his father—a connection that grew right from the beginning. Her touch was continuously intoxicating. Rodrik played every moment of their time over and over together. He touches her back in the same manner, full of love and lust. Truthfully, the red devil would do anything for her. He would bend and break anyone—sacrifice his own life for her. It was a strange thought to even think, but for so long it had been that way, deeply buried within his heart. This time he did not have to hold anything back. It was just the two of them always—and their child soon enough. “I only need you,” he says in a cheesy tone but he does not tire of something such notions to her. Rodrik wanted her to know what he thought and felt for her. He wanted to always feel her here because he knows somethings good do not always last. Brunhild might exactly be one of those things in his life that might fade away. He would fight for her though, no matter the price to keep her at his side. He brushes his muzzle into her mane and takes her scent within. “How are you and the little one doing?” He asks with a soft smile. Rodrik lips at her mane playfully.

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