He had found her in these very plains two decades ago, an infant, swathed in fur beside her brother, whimpering quietly and eyes frozen shut with tears. The dragon told her how he had found her father first--her real father, surfeit with frostbite and missing his tongue and teeth. The dragon told her, quietly, how he had torn the man to pieces. She had no recollection of the dragon from that time, but she knew him now, and knew that he had changed. Over time, he had turned into a fool.
When she had asked him how to kill a dragon, he had told her. When she had asked if she could touch this precious weakness, he had not hesitated to open his mouth and bare the pulsing mass in the back of his throat that had run him all these years. What a foolish thing to do. It was like a man saying, "If you cut my neck then I will die." And upon being asked, "May I put a knife to your throat?" guilelessly saying, "Yes." Smiling, as if he did not understand that there was no other reason to put a knife to a man's throat than to kill him.
He trusted her. He was loyal to her--like a dog. He did not think she would ever hurt him, because he would never hurt her. Apparently, a thousand years of living had not taught him to know when he was being betrayed. So as she reached between his teeth and tore away the pulsing mass and killed him, she never feared at all for her own life. And as blood poured out from the little wound, as it filled his mouth and leaked past his teeth, she had the sense that he used the very last of his waning strength to keep his jaws apart long enough for her to escape them. Even though she had unabashedly murdered him, he loved her still.
So she sat beside his corpse in the cold plains of her birth, as she had sat beside him on many starry nights before. She had once enjoyed listening to his voice as he recounted the tales of all the constellations; he had filled her thoughts with sky. Now she thought of earthly things. She pondered with near mathematical detachment what she could do with the magic in his teeth and scales, with his blood and flesh. She thought of weights and numbers and logistics. There was no heaven in her now.
Goosebumps rose on her bare flesh, but she did not cover herself. She wanted the cold to seep up into her, to fill her up, to turn her very soul to ice. Behind her, the dragon's once bright scales greyed as death set in and his flame went out.
It was fitting, she thought. He had stolen her fate from this snow twenty years ago, when he had saved her life and taken her in. The snow had not forgotten; it had remembered the vague shape of a soul that had been taken from its grasp, and it had waited. And now, finally, it was sated, for after twenty years, the dragon's death marked its return.
It took me a while to hash out in my mind which characters would do what if they were the opposite of what they are now, and after a little while, I realized Bodicca's reaction to being turned 'evil' was the most cut and dry. Thercerus (the dragon) is her adopted father, and she has nothing but respect and adulation for him. Even though there are some things he's done and failed to do that trouble her, there's really nothing that would ever drive her to hurt him. Likewise, Thercerus adores her and would do anything for her. It's why, when they're in the same picture, I tend to draw them together. They have a very good relationship.
However, dragon bodies have numerous special properties, and so I suspect an 'evil' Bodicca would take advantage of her father's love for her to betray him and use the properties of his body to do all sorts of nasty, vengeful things. In the usual story, she's a pretty spiteful person and has had numerous bad experiences that have made her distrust and dislike the outside world, but she never acts on those feelings because she loves Thercerus too much, and she knows he would never support her in a pursuit like that. Plus, Thercerus considers emotions like spite and the like somewhat petty, and it would kill Bodicca for him to regard her that way and she just never admits to anything she's feeling. I guess this would be the version where she lets all her pent up emotions get the better of her and allows her love to falter--maybe her love even twists into resentment for all the years she's tried living up to her father's unspoken expectations on what a strong individual should be. This incarnation of Bodicca I suspect would just go gutting people who'd upset her in the past with her new draconic powers, acting on grudges she pretended not to have now that she doesn't have Thercerus expectations and care acting as her restraining bolt.
Bodicca and Thercerus in previous deviations, though their designs have changed a bit over time: fav.me/d4mehk2fav.me/d6hke74 heronfoot.tumblr.com/post/3993… fav.me/d4kmpzy