He barely notices the name that escapes from Noellen’s lips. What thought he spares for it only confirms what he already thinks - that this is the stallion the little whore had run to. It only makes him take to his work with all the more gusto. Relishing it.
The stallion has more guts than he expected, he’ll give him that much. Through all the blows and all the cuts, the stallion does not slack against Khaos’ grip, does not weaken. It’s a bit of a surprise admittedly, but he is used to toying with mares. And weak mares at that. It makes sense that this stallion would have a bit more resistance in him, and it does not bother him.
Eventually, it’s the killing of the limb that does the stallion in. Khaos grins wickedly when the silvered stallion slacks against his hold, and he lets him drop to the ground with a thud. The stallion will live, of course. But he will never be the same. And he will never bother his mares ever again.
He wastes no time then in ushering Noellen back to the territory, nipping at her rump every time she seems to slow. While he had enjoyed disposing of the little turd, and would surely enjoying tearing apart any would be ‘white knights,’ he does not want to keep her separated from their son for too long. Kaspian will need nourishment soon. And Noellen will certainly set a good lesson for how Kaspian should eventually keep his own mares in line.
When they finally reach Silver Cove he stops abruptly, digging his teeth into her rump with one last, vicious bite. “Go. Feed Kaspian.” A small smirk crawls across his face. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
The stallion has more guts than he expected, he’ll give him that much. Through all the blows and all the cuts, the stallion does not slack against Khaos’ grip, does not weaken. It’s a bit of a surprise admittedly, but he is used to toying with mares. And weak mares at that. It makes sense that this stallion would have a bit more resistance in him, and it does not bother him.
Eventually, it’s the killing of the limb that does the stallion in. Khaos grins wickedly when the silvered stallion slacks against his hold, and he lets him drop to the ground with a thud. The stallion will live, of course. But he will never be the same. And he will never bother his mares ever again.
He wastes no time then in ushering Noellen back to the territory, nipping at her rump every time she seems to slow. While he had enjoyed disposing of the little turd, and would surely enjoying tearing apart any would be ‘white knights,’ he does not want to keep her separated from their son for too long. Kaspian will need nourishment soon. And Noellen will certainly set a good lesson for how Kaspian should eventually keep his own mares in line.
When they finally reach Silver Cove he stops abruptly, digging his teeth into her rump with one last, vicious bite. “Go. Feed Kaspian.” A small smirk crawls across his face. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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