Sekhmet

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Sekhmet

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Name: Sekhmet

Orgin: Egyptian God of Destruction

Age: His age is unknown

Gender: Male

Body Type: A thin, slim figure, kind of bony but large. Looks a tad clumsy and childish.

Eyes: Black pupil surrounded by a red iris.

Powers: Is a Fate; has unlimited power.

Pelt&markings: Mixes of black and grey, as well as maroon red on the back of his neck fur. Red tribal markings are engraved into his face, one is an arrow pointing downwards on his forehead. Two more dots are planted below each eye. Two feathered wings sprout from his shoulders, but not nearly large enough to lift him off the ground. Two silvery colored piercings are visible on his right ear as well as a metal band that sits loosely around his left fore paw. Another silver colored, metal band fits tightly around the middle of his tail, with markings of red around it. Under his paws are colored red as well, and a few heavy strands of fur hang loosely over his left eye.

Wings: Small, feathery black wings with small dot like red rings around random selective feathers. Both are not large enough to life him off from the ground.

Family: There is no information regarding his mother, father or siblings.

History:Long ago, when the earth was just a young circle in the universe, upon a grassy field lay a fine female. Many wolves, supposedly family members lay rested in a circle around her. All smiling, with looks of pride and joy planted onto their maws. These wolves were all rulers and supreme ones of the young earth, tribal markings engraved onto their pelts in a royal manner giving them a high stature and look. Eventually this female gave birth, only to one pup though which seemed rather odd. A black, skinny figure he was with a bundle of lonely feathers planted onto each shoulder. Red markings appeared over his face and neck fur.

A look of puzzlement crossed the other's faces, concern swept across the wide grassy prairie. The highest ruler stepped forward, demanding that this pathetic wolf be killed. "He cannot be a ruler!" he scowled in disappointment. The others simply nodded but said nothing. Soon after the crowd left, disappointment gathered heavily, as if a thundercloud over passed them. All that was left was the scrawny pup and his mother. Eventually she named him "Sekhmet", for one day she hoped that her son would grow large and finally be worth something.

Many years passed by, and Sekhmet grew to be a fine young wolf. The others seemed to befriend him and to him, they seemed to actually like him. The highest leader was content with him, and did although regret ever saying those nasty words. One unfortunate day an old wolf appeared before them. She bestowed magical powers granted by the supreme ones and seemed to be using it wisely. She told of a story that the world would come into destruction with a dark magic so powerful that it would even wipe out the Gods. Of course, they all laughed and banished the old wolf away from ever returning.

The time came, and the skies swirled with destruction. Winds blew in every direction, the earth was covered in bare dirt. Cracks appeared onto the forest's floor, destroying the animals that lived within it. Sekhmet watched, peace had overcome him, by why? He watched as his mother withered away, as well as the other Fates and Gods. At the moment in his mind he almost said to himself "Stop", and everything came to a peace. To the worlds surprise it was Sekhmet himself, after all he was the God of Destruction. But now, living a life as a high Fate.