Wild Berry Meadow Dulce Laborum

Legend wriggled behind like a wildcat, and dropped to the floor like a fly when the king commanded with an ear. Her hips twitched on the ground, tail lashed about, and ears pinned back when they weren't threatening to be a giveaway. 

Bloodshed could be her shiny trinket on a good day, but today, her wild eyes locked on the god-beasts. They were twisted things—deformed muzzles, sickly noses, shriveled ears like dried fruit, and paws that clicked with every step. Their tails hung like shredded strings, barely clinging.

She wanted to go play with it! She wanted to go play with it! She wanted to see them now, now, now, now, NOW!

The command snapped and the devil was released from her cage. Legend shot forward with a snicker, veering left, eager to gear the towering mare towards the treeline. It could kill her! Oh, it could kill her! She liked that! She liked that! Fun! Fun!