Okay, here we go.

Name: Scatha Morgo (The ath part is said as aith, like if you said the word aid, but now change the d with the th sound.)

Age: 15

Animal type: Jagrabon

Animal name: Ares Evervos (Ares or Erin for short)

Good/Bad: Good, but sometimes can get dark-minded and evil 

Appearance of person: Darkish brown hair, brown eyes, normal dark blue t-shirt, comfortable dark-wash jeans, sometimes wears a black pirate-looking trench coat. Also wears boots.

Appearance of animal: Dog-like face even though it is a big cat, spike-rimmed ears, pupils in yellow eyes are so thin that you can barely see them, has a face-plate of bone, shoulders jut out about a half a foot, a spike on top of each shoulder blade, has two spikes both on each elbow, and hip area is where there are little spikes that trail down its tail until they become four large spikes on the end of its tail. Has a dog-tag around neck.

Personality of person: Doesn't really talk to anybody, only real friend she's ever known is Ares. Once you get to know her, she opens up. Doesn't trust a person until she gets to know them.

Personality of animal: Aggressive towards other people, trusts no one except for owner. Is fierce, sly, clever, and can be evil sometimes. Very protective, like an overprotective brother, and would do anything to protect owner. Can talk.

l forgot something.

The magical part about them is their horns.  They can inflect deadly wounds but, also can heal a bit if the Cynomin wants it. 

The horns change color depending apon their mood. They are silver when a Cynomin is happy, relaxed, and cheerful. They turn red when they are angery, sad, hurt, and lonely. And if ever mount and rider are separated for long enough, they turn dark purple. 

Sorry for a short post.... I have to get ready for a wedding soon!

Kyra-

Iliilune and I sit in the shadows. Above us Roi glides from tree branch to tree branch. He spirals down onto my lap. He looks up at me and lets out a Mew of hunger. I reach into my cloak and pull out a piece of dried and spiced meat. Roi mewed in excitement and gobbled it up. Iliilune rolled her eyes.

"Does that thing do anything but eat?!" she exclaims.

"He's only a cub," I remind her. She snorts and turns to her blob of shadows. Roi perks up from his meat. A twig snaps and a boy and his companion comes into the little hollow.

"Who are you?" he demands.

"Ilillume," Ilillume says.

"Kyra," I say. I stand up and Roi  flaps into my shoulder. He hisses at the new comer. The boy studies my pet closely then steps back. Roi and the shadow blob, as I call him, lunge at the boys pet. Landing on the companion's horns, Roi puts his right front paw on its horn and it freezes in ice. It yelps and runs around lopsided from the weight of the ice. Roi hisses and soars back over to me.

"What do you want, boy?" I demand.