Little black harpy

[Garnet Massacre]

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Garnet had finally grown older, a month to be exact, but it had felt like forever. Especially since both her parents seemed to slowly become scarce, then disappear altogether. Garnet did not mind for she was used to such disappearances, and seemed to manage fine on her own. Of course she always had her brother and sister to keep her company; or more like to pick on, and there was always her half siblings to look out for her whenever she could find the time to come across them.

It seemed the little black harpy had other things in mind though, and got it in her mind to constantly explore off on her own, oblivious to any dangers that might be lurking around any corner. Of course she thought herself bigger and badder then any dangers.. or at least just a little more sadistic. She was sure a description of how she would gut them, and slowly tear them apart piece by piece while there was still air left for them to breath would make any coyote, or even wolf, turn tail and run. It seemed today Garnet would be heading west, her dark form soon shadowed by the trees overhead as she left sand for soil, and rock for tree.

It wasn't long until the young Massacre grew tired, and her red eyes flashed as she looked about for a good place to rest. She soon found a small packed down area beneath a rather ominous looking tree and settled herself before it, the only thing showing through the thick shadows the glint of her two white tear drops, and menacing crimson eyes. Of course who would think this cute four month old menacing? A small smile lit up her face.

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