07-22-2015, 03:34 AM
She’s so wonderfully broken.
The hope that had entered her eyes when he had brought her home to Silver Cove is gone entirely, replaced by, well, nothing. Her eyes are empty - flat, dead. Defeated.
She promises to be good, and he can’t help but chuckle. “Oh I know you can darling. And you will be.” Her fight is all gone. He almost regrets having beaten it out of her so soon. Almost. But he has Ghoest for that - the roan still has that little bit of personality that he can torture out of her. Noellen will just serve to give him more children. And perhaps he can use her as a training toy for his sons.
He’s contemplating parading her around a bit more, when a sudden … stillness … catches his attention. His ears flick up, eyes wide and searching.
Violent movement catches his eye. There!
A silvered stallion is charging towards him, eyes crazed - enraged beyond reason. Khaos grins. This must be the ass that had rubbed his scent all over his property. He’ll teach the little bitch to mess with his mares.
Instead of dodging, or even rushing the stallion to meet his attack, Khaos stands firm. He feels down into the earth, pulling the iron in the soil towards his feet, fastening himself to the ground. He is immense, immovable - several thousand pounds of pure iron, standing at a towering 17 hands.
When the smaller stallion crashes into him, he sways. But his feet don’t move an inch, and he barely feels the impact (iron is after all, a rather solid substance). The other stallion though … the other stallion probably feels it.
When the silvered stranger is no longer pressed against his side, Khaos turns to him, pulling himself up to his full height. “You, must be the little bastard who thinks he can poach my mares.” He reaches out with his power, latching on to the iron in the stallion’s blood. “But you’re going to find out quickly that I’m the wrong stallion to mess with.” He holds the stallion in place, using his own blood against him and begins the beating.
He rains blows down on the little fool, careful though at first to only bruise - he wants to savour the experience. But when the stallion is finally black and blue underneath his dark coat, he finally gives in to his desire for blood.
He rips the iron he had gathered before out of the earth, raising it into the air before him. He rips off chunks, then shapes them, fashioning dozens of tiny knives. And then he goes to work. He’s gentle almost, keeping away from the major arteries and organs, only cutting where it will hurt and not mortally injure. He works slowly, brutally, keeping one eye on Noellen as he carves away. He does not think there’s enough left of the mare for her to fight him, but it pays to be cautious. Not to mention, if there’s any spark of her left, it will be fun to watch it die.
After some time has passed and the silvered stallion is dripping in his own blood, he finally steps back and lets the knives drop. “I think I’ll let you live. As a lesson to both of you.” A reminder to never touch what is his. “But I can’t have you getting any ideas or foolish notions of hope. One last present for you.” With a wicked grin, he clamps down with his power and collapses all of the blood vessels in the stallion’s right foreleg. Within seconds, the limb will begin to die, permanently crippling him. “Now there’s no way for you to follow.” He’s about to turn, when he has a thought. “I’ve changed my mind. One last thing …” He picks up one of the knives and, as he had with Ghoest and Noellen, carves a ‘K’ into the stallion’s side. A final warning to other would be poachers.
Then he finally turns his full attention back to Noellen. “Come pet, it’s time for us to head home.” He takes the knife he’d just used on the stallion, and flicks it at her carelessly. “Let’s leave this little nothing to his misery.”
The hope that had entered her eyes when he had brought her home to Silver Cove is gone entirely, replaced by, well, nothing. Her eyes are empty - flat, dead. Defeated.
She promises to be good, and he can’t help but chuckle. “Oh I know you can darling. And you will be.” Her fight is all gone. He almost regrets having beaten it out of her so soon. Almost. But he has Ghoest for that - the roan still has that little bit of personality that he can torture out of her. Noellen will just serve to give him more children. And perhaps he can use her as a training toy for his sons.
He’s contemplating parading her around a bit more, when a sudden … stillness … catches his attention. His ears flick up, eyes wide and searching.
Violent movement catches his eye. There!
A silvered stallion is charging towards him, eyes crazed - enraged beyond reason. Khaos grins. This must be the ass that had rubbed his scent all over his property. He’ll teach the little bitch to mess with his mares.
Instead of dodging, or even rushing the stallion to meet his attack, Khaos stands firm. He feels down into the earth, pulling the iron in the soil towards his feet, fastening himself to the ground. He is immense, immovable - several thousand pounds of pure iron, standing at a towering 17 hands.
When the smaller stallion crashes into him, he sways. But his feet don’t move an inch, and he barely feels the impact (iron is after all, a rather solid substance). The other stallion though … the other stallion probably feels it.
When the silvered stranger is no longer pressed against his side, Khaos turns to him, pulling himself up to his full height. “You, must be the little bastard who thinks he can poach my mares.” He reaches out with his power, latching on to the iron in the stallion’s blood. “But you’re going to find out quickly that I’m the wrong stallion to mess with.” He holds the stallion in place, using his own blood against him and begins the beating.
He rains blows down on the little fool, careful though at first to only bruise - he wants to savour the experience. But when the stallion is finally black and blue underneath his dark coat, he finally gives in to his desire for blood.
He rips the iron he had gathered before out of the earth, raising it into the air before him. He rips off chunks, then shapes them, fashioning dozens of tiny knives. And then he goes to work. He’s gentle almost, keeping away from the major arteries and organs, only cutting where it will hurt and not mortally injure. He works slowly, brutally, keeping one eye on Noellen as he carves away. He does not think there’s enough left of the mare for her to fight him, but it pays to be cautious. Not to mention, if there’s any spark of her left, it will be fun to watch it die.
After some time has passed and the silvered stallion is dripping in his own blood, he finally steps back and lets the knives drop. “I think I’ll let you live. As a lesson to both of you.” A reminder to never touch what is his. “But I can’t have you getting any ideas or foolish notions of hope. One last present for you.” With a wicked grin, he clamps down with his power and collapses all of the blood vessels in the stallion’s right foreleg. Within seconds, the limb will begin to die, permanently crippling him. “Now there’s no way for you to follow.” He’s about to turn, when he has a thought. “I’ve changed my mind. One last thing …” He picks up one of the knives and, as he had with Ghoest and Noellen, carves a ‘K’ into the stallion’s side. A final warning to other would be poachers.
Then he finally turns his full attention back to Noellen. “Come pet, it’s time for us to head home.” He takes the knife he’d just used on the stallion, and flicks it at her carelessly. “Let’s leave this little nothing to his misery.”
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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