Following the enraged screams, Skadi came upon the scene only to find that she was too late. What remained of what she assumed was the rapist lay savaged, its carcass heavily desecrated...but not nearly desecrated enough.
Adopting a pout, she groused, "Really, boys? You're all alike - finishing too soon." She skulked towards the corpse, eyes wandering it before fixing on the rump. Not surprisingly the whole thing stank of urine, torn organs and shit. She stepped closer, her head tipping to the side speculatively as she tried to piece together Kau's last moments. Death was an ugly affair. In this case, the newly deceased had shat all over himself moments before or after death. Fear as he realized that he was dying? She hoped so. His excrement ran down his legs and tail, staining the ground beneath the tools that had brought about his demise. It was a pity his death had been premature. Not in the sense that he was young when he had been killed, but in that she hadn't had a chance to toy with him as he had toyed with her sister. They could have had so much fun together.
Walking around the body, Skadi's eyes trailed the growing pool of blood where his head had once been. The neck and all of its components had been sloppily severed at the throat - the work of Baldur, most likely, since he was the one toting it around like a prize.
Wordlessly she made her way back to the rump. Once there she gripped a hind ankle and roughly jerked on it until the corpse lay twisted on its back in an unnatural position. Wiping away the shit that had run too close to her target, Skadi then leaned down and gripped the carcass' testicles between her teeth. Making no attempt to sever them, she then backpedaled and started a lazy, yet no less grotesque tug o' war - her pulling and the weight of the body rocking her forward. Relishing the feeling of flesh being strained to it's breaking point, Skadi continued to pull until the pair tore free. Immediately she dropped them, seeking to completely remove the corpse's external genitalia - which she did by twisting off his penis in a similar manner. The skin of it was tougher and even more unwilling to come free - something that wasn't surprising considering how fond the brute had been of using it (even in death he held on) - and she wound up having to bite down on the base more than once to completely sever it.
Gathering up her prizes, Skadi then ambled over to the corpse's neck hole. She dropped his junk unceremoniously and then nudged them forward, coaxing first the testicles and then the penis down what remained of his throat until nothing but the tip of the latter poked out. "There," she purred, "It's about time the head that did the thinking sat on the shoulders." A grisly arrangement, but fitting nonetheless.
