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C': This is the first one I've made...hope its good enough C:!

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[RaistlinAgaric]

Oh My Goodness! This one is gorgeous! I would love to try out but...I just got my other one.....

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(Thats okay, but thanks so much C:!)

[RaistlinAgaric]

Oh! I can't stop thinking about this one! I'll give it a shot I won't be able to complete the form until later, though.

Username: Loki Odinson

Name: Revenlord

Gender: Male

Age: Young adult

Brief History/Story: Revenlord pawed across the desert, face twisted in thought. The other animals remained hidden from the dark form. The Scion of Wepwawet, the egyptian wolf god of war, was what many called him. Truly, Revenlord thought he held a closer bond to Anubis, the jackal god of the dead. After all, wherever the spectral form went, death seemed to follow close on his heels.

What brought Revenlord to the desert was a mystery to the conscious part of his brain. His subconscious, however, knew exactly why he was going there. A memory. A sentimental memory that should have meant nothing to him. The Pharaoh, Tutankhamen, was laid to rest in the exact area he was going. He padded along, his paws barely sunk into the ground, mostly because of his light weight, though his large paws did attribute to this 'floating' walk. His walking style had always fascinated the young king.

Yes, Revenlord had always been Tutankhamen's favorite pet, though, among the King he had been known as Abasi. Now, however, he had returned to being referred to by his birth name, Revenlord, or Reven for short. However, every know and then, Revenlord would introduce himself as Abasi, mostly for memory's sake.

Now, as he reached the tomb, Revenlord sat down and bowed his head, "You were taken to soon, my lord," He whispered, "I still need your guidance."

Almost as though Osiris and Anubis had taken pity on the Mithrellian, the wind began to blow east, away from the setting sun, and towards the Nile. The scent of another Mithrellian caught his attention and Revenlord began to leave. However, he paused once, sat down in the sand and bowed his head, "My deepest gratitude, My Lord," he whispered, then ran off in the direction of the Nile, still floating like the sands that had been picked up by the wind.

Why do you want him/her?: My other character, S'Louch'ai, is lonely, and would like a friend. This one attracted me because of it's dark fur and white, contrasting markings.

FINISHED! Thank you for the chance to enter!
Loki

[RaistlinAgaric]

erm..... bump?

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((He's all yours c:))