The Lion Sleeps Tonight (Rodrik)

[Rodrik]

He laughs when the paint stallion warns him. The red king was hardly distorted by the thought that this stallion could harm him. Rodrik may not be a master in the arts of battle but he has learned to fight and kill. He is no stranger to bloodshed when his words are not sharp enough to kill another. The Blood King after all has prepared for this day for many years. He will not go silently away when fate has offered him justice on a silver platter so willingly. “You took something precious from me,” he snaps. Rodrik bares his teeth and his ears pin against the back of his chestnut head. When the paint stallion calls him a “child,” he flares his nostril angrily and stomps his right hoof against the jungle floor heavily. He chuckles again. “I am no ‘child’, you old fart,” he says sternly with dissatisfaction. He snorts loudly. “I am Rodrik, if you must know,” You will remember that before I kill you, he says, keeping the words to himself. “Now, what is your name?” He asks once again, his tone is more sharper now.

Rodrik

the devil himself; the blood king of the chamber

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