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As the tharlarion reared again she was aware of Mirus cursing, and a weight, a body, was hanging onto the bridle, pulling the animal down, fiercely, yanking downward, twisting its neck. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #1628)

"You look well on a leash," he said, fiercely, "on a rope leash, leashed like the bitch you are!" She was conscious in the swirl of a helmet before him, but the tharlarion, forced forward, struck into the man and he fell away, reeling backward. She was dimly, half-consciously aware of a figure leaping on the fallen man, a knife flashing. "On, on!" he cried to the tharlarion. As the tharlarion reared again she was aware of Mirus cursing, and a weight, a body, was hanging onto the bridle, pulling the animal down, fiercely, yanking downward, twisting its neck. The animal suddenly lost its balance and went wildly to its side, Ellen being thrown free, rolling to the turf, and then the beast, a moment later, rose up, scrambling, and squealing, and rushed away, out into the grasslands. "You!" cried Mirus, in fury. Before him stood Selius Arconious, his body bloody, filthy from war, his tunic torn and soiled, gasping for breath, regarding Mirus furiously, balefully. - (Prize of Gor)