Mythal
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Wholly sour?
Familiar
Fleetfoot Ampelope
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.96 m
Wingspan
3.89 m
Weight
813.27 kg
Genetics
Banana
Piebald
Piebald
Goldenrod
Facet
Facet
Ivory
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
117
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
70
INT
5
VIT
25
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
M Y T H A L
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Petty Spirit
Mischievous - Pessimistic - Caring Mythal is a spirit whose bitterness grew too big for her body. The power she possesses manifest in turning all of the fruit in the orchard she resides in sour. She lives near an inn, that the innkeeper and orchard owner, Dreena, calls home. Though Mythal is a bitter spirit, Dreena doesn't seem to mind. She makes wonderful tarts with Mythal's lemons, and never lets her pessimism get her down. Dreena's sunny words seem to brighten the spirit's days; she can't help but stick around in the end. She protects the orchard and the inn, ruthlessly evicting any intruders and scaring the lights out of any cruel dragons. Though she doesn't have a solid, physical impact on the world, her spirit is strong enough to cause strong breezes and faint touches. Blow-drying the laundry or heating up a cold meal, she finds use in a variety of ways, her favorite being a gentle caress on the shoulder of a sad dragon. The anger built up within her is expended rightfully upon those who deserve it, and they may find themselves trapped within tornadoes of leaves or blown into the sky by a miraculously large blast of air. Rumor has it that if one is to steal from the orchard, they may be swallowed whole by the trees.
written by NightRising
Dreena’s inn was, more often than not, bustling with activity. Days such as this one, when there were few customers present and the staff had everything well in hand, were rare, and so the innkeeper treasured them and always tried to make the most of them. Today, she decided, would be a good day to cook...or perhaps to bake something. She walked to the orchard—because what good was a fine day if one couldn’t share it? Plus she had a new recipe she wanted to try, and that she knew the orchard’s guardian would really appreciate.... The smell of lemons pervaded the air, and Dreena knew Mythal was near. Her lesser eyes picked out a strange flicker hovering nearby, a shimmering that resolved itself into a brilliant golden form. “Oh, it’s you,” Mythal sniffed. “Dodging work again, are you?” Other dragons might have been annoyed by that assumption, but Dreena was by now used to Mythal’s strange ways. Her own response was considerably more civil: “Hello, Mythal. Work is going well, thank you. In fact, it looks like today’s going to be a very quiet day.” Mythal huffed and tossed her head. She didn’t disappear, however. And so Dreena continued warmly, “I think I’ll try baking something new: custard cake. The custard’s probably best paired with lemon chiffon cake—something to balance out the sweetness.” “And you’ve never tried this recipe before, have you?” “No.” Dreena’s smile widened. “I could use some help.” “Of course you could. You’d bungle the whole thing otherwise.” Mythal breezed past in a citrus-scented cloud, floating towards the inn, and Dreena followed. The innkeeper had a basket with her, and on the way back, she reached up to a branch heavy with lemons. A sharp gust of wind struck the branch, sending lemons tumbling into the outheld basket. She flashed a smile at Mythal, who shrugged dismissively and turned away again. Inside, Dreena had set up the baking supplies. Three sheets of paper were tacked to a corkboard; they fluttered as Mythal perused them. “Why are there three?” “One for the caramel, one for the custard, and the other one for the cake,” Dreena explained cheerfully. Mythal’s face darkened. “Seems needlessly complicated.” “Not at all! I read the recipe very carefully last night. It’s very easy to follow.” “This could take all day.” Dreena laughed. “I know, isn’t it wonderful?” That gave Mythal pause. She mulled those words over as Dreena picked up a sugar cube. “Now, I’ll need some sugar...Wait, no, it should be granulated. Oh. OH!” The sugar cube dropped from the tongs. It landed on the floor—and a small form darted out from beneath the cupboard and quickly snatched it up. “A mouse! Well, that won’t do. We can’t have mice in the kitchen.” “We can’t?” Mythal asked. She lived in the orchard, and mice were everywhere. So were a lot of other small, furry, gnawing creatures. One learned to ignore them after a while. “Mice will get into the food—or they might make their way to the guests’ rooms and gnaw their belongings. Ah, this is a bother.” Dreena shook her head. “Where there’s one, there’s bound to be more. We’ll have to get rid of this one first.” Mythal, seeing the day’s promise rapidly darken, quickly offered, “Can I help?” “Thank you so much, I’d really appreciate that. Help me move this—Oh, I forgot. You’re not solid; you wouldn’t be able to shift this....” Mythal scowled, relaxed her grip on her visible form. As a warm gust of lemon-scented air, she flowed between the wall and the cupboard, searching for where the mouse could have gone. “Mythal? Do you see anything?” Mythal’s voice brushed Dreena’s ear: “Hmm, yes. There’s a little hole here, in the wall.” “I thought there might be,” Dreena sighed. “Does it go all the way outside?” Mythal examined it. She bypassed the mouse—it still clutched its sugar cube close; it pressed back against the wall with wide eyes, its nose twitching madly—and felt around. She felt only the brick wall, no cracks or chinks anywhere, and certainly nowhere a mouse could have used to gain ingress. “No, and it’s not very deep. The mouse must’ve gotten in some other way.” The inn was a large, sturdy building, and the thought of going over it bit by bit, just to find out how a single mouse had managed to sneak in, would have stymied most dragons. Dreena remained upbeat, though. She clapped her paws briskly. “Thank you, Mythal. We’ll have to escort our guest outside.” “With what?” Mythal asked sullenly. In its burrow, the mouse jumped, surprised at the spirit’s voice. “Shouldn’t be too much trouble...” Dreena rummaged in another cupboard. Her search yielded a cardboard box filled with various odds and ends. She poured these out onto the counter and crouched down again. “Right, Mythal—if you could just chivvy our friend in my direction...” Zhwooop! With a sharp blast of air, the mouse came zooming out from under the cupboard, landing softly in the box. It sneezed; Dreena sneezed too. And Mythal came billowing out again. “What shall we do with it now?” She cocked a frosty eye at the little creature. “It would be a good snack, I think.” “No!” Dreena gasped, horrified. Mythal blinked slowly back. “Why not? I’ve seen other dragons eating such creatures. That is nature’s way.” The innkeeper shook her head. She glided out the door, the box lid firmly clamped down. “It might be, but I’m not particularly hungry for mice right now. Also, it’s not its fault it got caught.” She flipped open the lid, extended a claw towards the mouse. “It was looking for something to eat, that’s all.” The mouse attempted to give her a nip and then, noticing freedom, it bounded out of the box, vanishing into the nearby grass. Mythal watched it go with a gusty sigh. “It’ll find its way into the inn again, just you wait and see.” Dreena straightened up. “Time enough to worry about that later. For now, we have a cake to bake!” Mythal rolled her eyes. She didn’t complain, though, and once again, she was the first one to start heading back towards the inn. ~ ~ ~ As Dreena had promised, the recipe was easy to follow, and they finished the cake that afternoon. The innkeeper paused for a moment to admire it: soft, fluffy chiffon cake with a layer of creamy custard on top. She picked up the saucer of caramel and drizzled it onto the cake: golden-brown streamers of sugary sweetness. Mythal, meanwhile, was hovering outside, examining the windows. “Maybe this one? Ah, it’s shut tight. I can’t get through. Perhaps this...” “What are you doing out there?” “Trying to find out how that little beast got in. I would guess they climbed in through this window.” The spirit beat her wings, and one window blew open: It was loose in its frame, and a determined mouse, with enough wriggling, could slip between it and the wall. “Thank you, Mythal. I’ll get someone to take a look at that soonest. In the meantime, would you like a slice?” Dreena picked up a knife and began cutting the cake into neat squares. “I am a spirit. I don’t require earthly food,” Mythal said, her usual haughtiness returning. Dreena smiled warmly back. “Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t phrase that well. Would you like some of the essence of this cake, then? I’ve been reading...” Her frills flattened a bit; suddenly she seemed bashful. “That is, I wanted to learn more about spirits, so I did some research—” “Your efforts are appreciated,” Mythal informed her gravely. She inhaled deeply; she could smell the lemon juice they’d used in the cake. It came through, like sparks of sunlight amidst the softer notes of the custard and chiffon. A touch of sourness...but also of brightness, of freshness. “I cannot eat this, but I’ll stay a while longer...that is, if there aren’t any other pressing matters at hand.” “Oh, not at all. It’s a slow day, like I said. I’ll have to share the rest of the cake with the staff. Thank you again for your help, Mythal. It’s always nice to have you over.” The spirit snorted, ruffling her wings as though she was incensed, but she settled down beside Dreena, a faint specter of brightness and gold. “A fine day, indeed,” Dreena thought to herself. She held a paw out, low to the ground, and Mythal wasn’t surprised to see a familiar, tiny, gray form creep out of the grass and snatch up the crumbs it was offered. Dreena watched the mouse run off with its snack, and then she winked two of her four eyes. “I couldn’t resist that face. And really,” she said with a grin, “what good’s a fine day, and a fine cake like this, if I’ve no one to share it with?” ~ written by Disillusionist (254672) all edits by other users | ooo |
 
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» notes. » Mythal is a petty, bad-tempered spirit who used to haunt a fruit farm and turn all of their fruits sour, almost bankrupting them. She has since been banished to the lemon grove at the back of Dreena's floating island inn. » Can only operate in a certain sphere of influence centered around any orchard she haunts; the radius seems to be determined by the size and health of the orchard. » Enjoys music, particularly string instruments; has subsequently tried to get Dreena to smuggle her into an orchestra by attaching herself to a lemon and being put into a handbag. | ooo |
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