04-01-2015, 12:58 PM
There was no mistaking that this was the same stallion that attacked his mother. Hakeem may not have slaughtered like many of the other horses had been during the war, but he had broken her spirit and kill the very creature she was and stolen his little sister’s life. He is the reason his family became broken, and Rodrik will see to that he pays for it. The blood king could never forget that. It’s been a long time coming and patients he has kept. He does not care if he is being hot headed and childish in this situation. After all, Rodrik is returning the same favor that Hakeem gave; he is only an angel following the golden rule (thou shall treat thy neighbor as thyself) but truly a devil in disguise. It does not matter now what happens, only that he returns the favor. Rodrik chuckles softly. “I am far from that,” he is not a illogical individual, Rodrik is much of a rational thinker than anything else. “You killed my family. You destroyed my mother, Kagerou, and took my little sister’s life at the war in the Valley several years ago.” He states firmly with his nutmeg eyes narrowing at the painted stallion. “How could you not remember that?” The blood king snorts loudly. His patients are growing weaker by the millisecond. Rodrik is on the verge to strike, but he holds back for a little longer. “Your markings say you belong to the Jungle, but you are not even worthy to call this place home,” he spits, “Especially if you murder not one but two of those that belonged here.” It disgusted him to even think that. His childhood home needed to be cleansed of this murderer and for the sake of his mother and little sister Hakeem would now pay. “You’ll die the same way you killed my family, Hakeem!” he huffs. Rodrik quickly lunges forward towards the stallion. He lets out a screeching cry, echoing through the jungle. The red stallion’s teeth are exposed and he pushes forward to bite, kick, and kill the paint stallion. He would have his vengeance. |
the devil himself; the blood king of the chamber |