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"Kill her!" cried Decius Albus, and one of the Kurii at the foot of the stands lunged toward the small figure, who brought up her parasol between them, and the Kur crashed into it, shook his head, seized it in one hand, or paw, and tore part of the silk away, and then crouched down, jaws opened, fangs wet with saliva, and took a step toward the small figure, its last step as it turned out, for, a moment later it rolled in the grass, writhing, whimpering and choking, flailing about, apparently in great pain, biting at its own body, and then, in a matter of Ihn, it was inert. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61, Sentence #633)

"No," she said. "What, then, is your Home Stone?" he asked. "I have no Home Stone," she said. "Kill her!" cried Decius Albus, and one of the Kurii at the foot of the stands lunged toward the small figure, who brought up her parasol between them, and the Kur crashed into it, shook his head, seized it in one hand, or paw, and tore part of the silk away, and then crouched down, jaws opened, fangs wet with saliva, and took a step toward the small figure, its last step as it turned out, for, a moment later it rolled in the grass, writhing, whimpering and choking, flailing about, apparently in great pain, biting at its own body, and then, in a matter of Ihn, it was inert. Its body was contorted, and rigid. The one eye, which it had not torn out in its frenzy, was of a single hue, a sightless wad of dark leather half emerged from the face. "He spoiled my parasol!" she cried angrily. - (Plunder of Gor)