~Libra~

"Red or teal?" The libra pondered. She couldn't see the colors, rather she could taste them. She held the box and picked a stick, giving it a quick lick and recoiled. It was a nasty ash flavored gray. She threw the nasty flavored gray out of her window. This time she grabbed the right color, a nice teal, which matched the symbol on her shirt. Using a chair, she reached the highest part of her wall and drew a scale.

"The court case can now begin," This proclamation fell on the deaf ears of her scalemates.

As the court case ran on, she began feeling the affects of something she had rarely felt. Boredom. She had already played every court scenario she could think of and she was running out of scalemates to hang. "I need a new challenge…"

~Scorpio~

"How likely is it that I win the game?' asked the girl with the large tangle of black hair and a scowl as she shook a magic eight ball. Despite it's supposed magic they could never accurately predict the future, constantly infuriating her. Resulting in the various smashed balls around the room.

The scorpio stood up, reaching in her jacket to pull out eight eight sided dice.

"These should be more accurate," She threw the dice. A higher score meant a higher chance of victory. But as she waited for them to slow their spinnning and stop, they just kept spinning. Eventually she stopped them by scooping them up.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She demanded.

~Aquarius~

The globe on the desk spun. All the landmasses were colored bright red and were marked with little black x's. Sitting next to the desk was a skinny boy wearing hipster glasses and a long striped scarf that was flowing with the water current.

He lifted a gray hand to scratch his purple streaked hair. " What next on my list after destroying all land dwellers?" he asked himself aloud. He picked up a sharpie and used it to place an x right over where he knew The Condensence and her heir lived. He spun the globe once more and realized that if he did carry out all of his plans, there would be no other trolls. Then he really would be forever alone.

~Virgo~

The dress swooshed as the wearer, an emerald blood, paced down the rows of her garden. The rows of plants basked in the sunlight, in fact emerald bloods are the only trolls that can tolerate it, let alone enjoy it.

She stopped at one of the pots. The bush growing in it had been her favorite but now it was withering. She had tried to have patience with it… Bu she could use the pot for something else.

"I hate to do this but…" She grabbed a tube of lipstick out of her bag and twisted the bottom. It turned into a chainsaw. She used it to gracefully carve the bush into a stump, which she then pulled out. The chain saw changed back into a tube of lipstick and the virgo pursed her lips, applying the green makeup.

~Taurus~

A young troll stared at a poster on his wall. It featured his idol, Pupa Pan. How ever at the age of fifteen, he felt too old to believe in fairies and flying boys.

Though fed spawn was still acceptable. The Taurus stood up stretching while his lusus, Tinkerbull, flew next to him.

Suddenly the door flew open and two large blue blood trolls marched in. "Look at the size of those horns," one called out, eyeing the brown blood.

"Yes combined with his size he would make a wonderful tribute," The other troll agreed. " Let's take him."

The young Taurus backed up into the wall, trying to retreat from his kidnappers. In an effort to protect him, Tinkerbull flew up to the trolls. He was smacked right out of the air, breaking his tiny neck.

The young troll gave a small cry and he was grabbed by the older trolls by his large bull horns. As he was dragged, he grabbed his deceased lusus and dragged it with him. He would need all the comfort he could get.

~Cancer~

The blade moved swiftly through the air, scattering the heads of wheat all over the dirt.

"Oops…" the harvester though sarcastically. But the mistake was done. The air whistled as the whip came down. He winced and his eyes teared up but he didn't cry as cherry colored blood dripped down his back.

"You're dismissed," the cruel Capricorn holding the whip told him. Any other day he'd get more lashings from the blood thirsty purple blood but today he didn't.

"It could only be one thing…" the cancer's mind raced. They must be culling him. He wished it was all in his mind but there was a wagon moving closer and closer. But why wasn't there other trolls lying in the wagon?