♀ Black Plague ♀
Black Plague was exhausted from throwing her energy into the cart on the fields of Killer's home. The gloomy countryside and dark presence wasn't very helpful, and her coat was lathered in sweat, the bit in her mouth tearing at the sides.
The collar on her neck felt heavy, yet she felt so light, like she could break in two with one blow. If she looked closer, her legs somewhat seemed to shake. Her diseased body was covered in orange and red spots, and the bites of where the rats had bitten her were sore and raw, even though it was like, nearly seven hundred years ago.
Black Plague dropped to her knees, groaning from the pain in her back and neck. The collar loosened as she dropped, but it didn't make her feel any better. Instead, her muscles seized, and she yelped, feeling the pang in her back.
♂ Midnight Killer ♂
Midnight Killer lay comfortably on his bed, red eyes glowing sinisterly, and his arrogance ways attached to him like glue. His ears pricked to the sound of a soft knock on the door, and yelled hatefully:
"ENTER!"
His ignorance was starting to flourish, and he laid himself out evenly on the bed, exhaling calmly through his nose.
How could life improve? Your own servants and slaves!
Killer stared hard at the door, and this time, angrilly shot a dark firball at it, incinerating the door into bits. Standing there, was Ruby, his house-maid, looking glum as usual.
"What are you waiting for, you lousy fool? HURRY UP!"
Killer spitefully growled, pinning his ears back, and baring his fangs at her, unfurling his wings.
♂ Sparkling Legend ♂
Sparkling Legend gracefully stood at the top of his vibrant green hill, the soft wind slightly ruffling up his silky soft mane. He chided softly to himself, singing the song of the wind. He often thought that it was replying to him in it's 'whistley' tone, but on the other hand, it might have been his imagination.
Sparky softly whinnied, feeling the urge to get his emotions out of him... Some of his thoughts revolved around Ruby Rose and Black Plague, how they worked terribly hard for the stuck up 'king' Midnight Killer.
Sparky wrinkled up his muzzle in disappointment. How could a king with SO much, treat his staff with SO little? It didn't make sense. And instead, Sparky started whistling the tunes of the wind again.
♂ Death's Entrance ♂
Death's Entrance humbly stood in his master's house, however, he was higher than the slaves. A lot higher. The stallion regally lifted his head in the air, and glared up at the dark sky... It seemed the landscape used to change along with Killer's mood. EVERYTHING revolved around Killer, and he always got his own way. The weather even seems to abide by him! Death sniggered a little, and kicked out harshly as Ruby stumbled past him, probably on the way to Killer.