The little bitch. She deserves this.
He smirks as she walks in front of him, paraded out for the entire meadow to see. She looks pathetic, weak … downtrodden. Her entire body is covered in barely healed scars, dried blood crusting her dark coat. If one were able to see the skin underneath, it would be black and blue with bruises. And ‘piece de resistance’ (in his mind anyway), a large, thick bloody K stands out in stark relief on her left side. It’s not nearly as tidy or large as Ghoest’s (with her he had taken his time, savouring the process), but it gets the point across. She is branded. Owned.
She’s learned her lesson now.
He almost hopes that they run across the the little bastard she was tarting around with here. He would love to carve in to the little ninny, teach him a lesson for messing with his property. But for now he’s happy to let the rest of the meadow see his handiwork and understand. No one will touch his mares after this. He’ll crush any little idiot that tries.
Once they’ve reached a little hill where they are nicely visible to the rest of the meadow, he reaches out and viciously sinks his iron teeth into her rump. “That’ll do, darling.” He smirks, and circles to face her. “Now they’ll all know who you belong to. No one will want to touch you with my mark on your side.” He takes a step forward, towering over the smaller mare. “But, do you understand?” His eyes narrow and his voice takes on a sinister cast. There’s more blows left in him yet if necessary. “Will you disobey me? Will you act like a little whore again?”
He smirks as she walks in front of him, paraded out for the entire meadow to see. She looks pathetic, weak … downtrodden. Her entire body is covered in barely healed scars, dried blood crusting her dark coat. If one were able to see the skin underneath, it would be black and blue with bruises. And ‘piece de resistance’ (in his mind anyway), a large, thick bloody K stands out in stark relief on her left side. It’s not nearly as tidy or large as Ghoest’s (with her he had taken his time, savouring the process), but it gets the point across. She is branded. Owned.
She’s learned her lesson now.
He almost hopes that they run across the the little bastard she was tarting around with here. He would love to carve in to the little ninny, teach him a lesson for messing with his property. But for now he’s happy to let the rest of the meadow see his handiwork and understand. No one will touch his mares after this. He’ll crush any little idiot that tries.
Once they’ve reached a little hill where they are nicely visible to the rest of the meadow, he reaches out and viciously sinks his iron teeth into her rump. “That’ll do, darling.” He smirks, and circles to face her. “Now they’ll all know who you belong to. No one will want to touch you with my mark on your side.” He takes a step forward, towering over the smaller mare. “But, do you understand?” His eyes narrow and his voice takes on a sinister cast. There’s more blows left in him yet if necessary. “Will you disobey me? Will you act like a little whore again?”
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
Reference here
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@[Drow]
Ohhh this helped bring a little bit of my muse back
