A sinister sneer was plastered on his face as he slowly drew the dagger out of him. Coal eyes look over his handiwork quite pleased with himself. It was deep enough to ensure the young male that he was indeed not in a very good position. It was the question as to why he hated the stallion with a passion. For a moment he grows eerily still for a moment. He remained crouched over the boy, those depthless cold eyes looked straight into his one good violet eye. His face went stone cold for a moment. In a flash his hand went up to snatch the boy's neck, squeezing his throat just above his silver collar. Leaning his face closer to Frost's he released a venomous harsh whisper.

"You took my little girl away from me...you cursed her to be your filthy kind."

With a violent shove he forced Frost's head into the back of the cement wall, twice, before letting go and moving away. Long ago he wanted to bring his little blonde girl into the fold of what he was now. The night he and his beloved wife were left for dead after a pack of them came. It was too late to safe his wife, but they could save him...the ones that turned him into what he is today. He couldn't go to his daughter, not like this, not until she understood this world and how immensely bigger it got. Yet Frost took that entirely away. She was now cursed to roam the world as a horse and one day someone would have to bring his little girl down. He couldn't do it himself, the pain was far too much, but all that anger and hate he could unleash onto Rixon. Raven was just at the wrong place and the wrong time.

Moving away and closing the cage he ventured over to the dark stable right across. After dumping the dagger into the green liquid he watched as it turn brown, a small smirk appearing on his ghastly façade. Retrieving the dagger from the liquid as it turned brown, he slowly began to wipe it down making it perfectly dry. Dipping it into some clear sticky stuff and he turned it over heading towards the cage and allowed the dagger to slide toward the horse. Quietly he watched waiting to see if he would indeed follow orders. After all he was being kind enough to give Frost a chance to harm the werewolf, knowing after taking a look at their memories how they detested one another fervently. After all he wanted to test a theory out. It was when the dagger came straight for him did he move his hand and the dagger simply stopped midair right before it would have hit him in the forehead. Slowly one hand reached for the still blade and he placed it at his side, dark eyes watching as the boy shifted into a stallion and began to bang his back hooves over and over again bending the silver chains. As the stallion began to performing his snaking technique, in which a stallion appears to be like a prowling wolf, the Dark Hunter allowed a dark smile to appear. One hand reached over the buttons on the side of the cage, his sickening voice held such a low drawl questioning him, and wondering if indeed he was ready for the worse.

"Happy with your tantrum? Good. My turn."

Pressing the button the chains that were attached to his front limbs and neck they began to pull him back towards the wall, even in his horse form the silver chains could still work. Keeping the stallion up against the wall he turned around grabbing a dart gun, placing one of the darts inside slowly. Placing the gun through the bar he shot out 4 quick darts, two laced with a serum that would force him to shift back into his human form, and the other two darts meant to sedate him. Quietly he watched as the boy started to revert back to his human form, and he would set the dart gun down on the side the cage, picking up the cattle prod again. Without much effort he slammed the cattle prod into the boy's face, holding down the trigger and allowing 75,000 volts of pure electricity run into his body.

"Isn't this fun? Now because you couldn't control yourself, I provided you a serum that inhibits you from changing into your horse form. It should last about 8 hours, but you won't be alive for that long."

As soon as he was finished talking he would release the cattle prod from his face, using his right foot to smash it into the side of his face that held the burn mark from the cattle prod. As a dark chuckled tumbled out he moved away from Frost, headed back to the door of the cage. Looking at the side of the cage he pressed another button and Frost would begin to feel his neck being lifted upwards, his back sliding up the wall, and the collar tightening around his throat in a choking manner-in a hanging position.

"Have I made myself clear, Mr. Rixon? Now then...harm Miss. Raven."

The door to the cage closed once more suddenly. Pressing the button he would allow the collar around his neck to loosen and the chain go down, dropping the boy unceremoniously to the ground. The dagger would once again drop through the bars and slide over to the boy on the ground. Has he figured it out yet? There was no way out. He would die here tonight.