and when she laughs; rodrik

[Rodrik]

At first it starts in his heart, then it quickly spreads through his body. It flows through his veins like wildfire, sparing nothing in its path. The magic devours everything and all. It chemically changes, tainting the blood that flows in his body. The feeling is overwhelming once the transition is complete. A newfound paradise lingers in his soul, living and breathing through his blood. The power he so longed to regain has at last returned. Rodrik can taste it, the poison lingering on his lips. He feels like a snake, hiding in the shadows and waiting to strike any moment now. Power—a feeling he has longed waited for again. Rodrik can feel the bright sun on his face as he stands too at the breach of the meadow. In this moment, it feels more enjoyable than ever. As if he was feeling the sun for the first time again. However, such a price for returning his poison manipulation would cost him one day. Rodrik was not much for risking everything or even himself to willingly to others. It was the return of what was rightfully his, a protection mechanism he needed, that made him stoop to lower standards than ever before. He was becoming something else The Reckoning had taken everything that had chained him. It was a blessing despite the loss of the old lands and traits, but Rodrik had never been born a traited horse. He was simply a babe, with little in the world except a heart and mind that longed for more than what was offered to him. The once blood king strived for everything he wanted. At times it had led him down a nasty path. However, he regrets nothing of his past—a sinner he always will be. Rodrik carefully steps forward, feeling that he can bare the weight of his change now. His nutmeg gaze flickers across the grassland. A simple search of what is around him. He does not explore what lies in the meadow at this moment for long. The appearance of the pure white and golden tipped mare catches all of his attention. There is something sweet, but bold, about her—something like his mother was. It draws him to her, not that he was far from her either. Then again, Rodrik was feeling rather invincible at this very moment. “Hello there,” he greets her with a smirk lifting the corners of his mouth. His eyes spark with interest, hiding the maliciousness and pride that are often shown. Rodrik flicks his right ear forward to her. He is careful to look her over for a moment—assessing her for anything. It is a habit for him to search for strengths and weaknesses of another. A simple outlook could always be a mask too. Rodrik is not easily to allow himself to be a fool. “A nice day wouldn’t you say it is?” He says confidently as pride strokes his ego softly. “I’m Rodrik by the way,” he adds with the tilt of his head.

character info: here | character reference: here | image © rostyslav zagornov

OOC: He just got his poison manipulation back, so I wanted to play it out a bit xD