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Garnet has a minion!

Ruby the Sheir

Garnet
Legacy Name: Garnet

The

Bloodred Legeica
Owner:

Meow

Age: 13 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: December 31st, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 2 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: January 21st, 2011

Statistics

Level: 10
Strength: 54
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 10
Books Read: 10
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

The Corruption of Purity

By now you surely know the tale of the three brothers; Diamond, Peridot & Onyx - colt unicorns taken from their home by the dragon, Bane. Now you will learn the tale of the fourth.. yes, four brothers not three called the island their home. It wasn't unlike the eldest to head out on his own on a small adventure, it was always he who discovered new places, who devised new ways for them to entertain themselves. When they left the island, their memories of home would wash away along with recollections of their brother - perhaps this is why Bane's presence was so reassuring to them for the dragon shared many things in common with the fourth unicorn.

He knew something was going on, something had come to their home that did not belong but no matter how swiftly his hooves carried him he could not have reached the group in time before the dragon departed with the three. The beach was quiet, the sea was still and even the birds seemed to quiet in the wake of what had happened, slowly the very life of the island itself was draining away, Garnet alone kept it. Ceaseless wandering, day and night would find nothing new, how many days past before the next stranger arrived the unicorn did not know. This new being brought with him an overwhelming power and unlike his brothers Garnet was taken from their home not willingly - but by force.

The years that followed for Garnet were nightmares once, now only shadows in the back crevices of his mind. Chains were heavy, the whips left stings of pain and the brands burned into his flesh and all the while, the dark magic kept him alive. His bellowing calls were like thunder, the stomps of his hooves cracked stone and the horn crowning his forehead twisted and glistened with blood. Everything that was kind, good and pure in this marvellous beast was twisted and torn into the perfect image of a hellion warhorse.

The night is his comfort, the smell of burning flesh and brimstone clings to his fur and his eyes glint with malice and hatred for all but one. The single malicious being whom he calls Master.