Mythic
(#69249292)
Level 10 Veilspun
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Energy: 50
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Veilspun
This dragon is an ancient breed.
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Ancient dragons cannot wear apparel.
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.52 m
Wingspan
0.76 m
Weight
1.96 kg
Genetics
White
Fade (Veilspun)
Fade (Veilspun)
White
Blend (Veilspun)
Blend (Veilspun)
White
Beetle (Veilspun)
Beetle (Veilspun)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Veilspun
EXP: 378 / 27676
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
Note from author: This was written three years ago and my writing skills then are no longer up to my standards. Though I like the dialogue and concept, the character perspectives and motives are poorly developed.
A massive "THUMP" nearly scared Mythic out of his den. Giant claws dug frantically at the entrance to his underground cave, which he quickly scrambled away from. With a moment of shock and confusion, he realized that those claws were dragon talons, not those of a monster. Cowering against the wall of his cave, he watched helplessly as the giant claws reached towards him. They wrapped around his tiny body and pulled him roughly out of the den.
The world became a disorienting blur of green, blue, and brown as the talons lifted him. When everything stopped spinning he realized he was face to face with a Pearlcatcher. "Oh. Uh. Hello," Mythic stuttered. Then the Pearlcatcher shoved him in a bag and strapped it shut.
Mythic could feel that they were moving, but he couldn't figure out how to open the bag. "Hey! Uh, let me out please! What'd I do!?" His voice was muffled by the bag.
"Shut up," the Pearlcatcher replied.
"I don't want to agitate you any further, but that's not very nice, sir," Mythic said.
The Pearlcatcher sighed. "They didn't tell me you'd be a chatterbox."
"Who's 'they'?"
"If I tell you, will you shut up?"
"I just might."
"The people who put a bounty on your triple-white, beetle-sized head."
"Oh." Mythic took a moment to take this in. This was a bounty hunter, and he was the target. That was a smidgen weird to think about.
"Sir, please let me go," he squeaked.
"No."
"I have a life! Come on, please?"
"My quarries' lives haven't been a concern of mine before. It won't be now. You're just a bug."
"I'm not a bug; I'm a dragon!" Mythic said indignantly.
The hunter scoffed. "You're a sad excuse for a dragon."
Mythic fell silent, clenching the bottom of the bag as it swayed.
"Listen, bounty hunter; I have a clan to support, hatchlings to care for, and a purpose for my life. I don't know what these dragons who want me want with me, but I certainly don't think it's more important than that."
It was the bounty hunter's turn to fall silent. After an uncomfortably long amount of time, the swaying stopped and the bounty hunter opened the bag. "Alright. Go."
Mythic hopped out of the bag. "Wait... just like that?"
"Yes. Leave," he said.
"Th... thank you." Mythic met the bounty hunter's eyes. The Pearlcatcher nodded back to him and Mythic turned and flew away.
Mythic grimly watched from the tree branch as his hatchlings flew away. They finally had the honor of being exalted after only a few moons of life. His clan had grown bigger, taking the weight of responsibility off his shoulders as other dragons began to do his job. He looked at the lamps glowing in the town below him, the few dragons meandering through the streets.
An armored Pearlcatcher slinked through the Shadows, headed pointedly towards Mythic's den. Was that...?
Mythic followed the dragon as he left town boundaries. He was definitely headed for Mythic's home. And it was definitely who he thought it was.
Thinking he was probably crazy to hope he could get away from this dragon twice, he flew down to greet him.
"Mythic?" the Pearlcatcher asked when the Veilspun hovered down in front of him.
"You know it. Why are you here, may I ask?"
"To find you. I need help."
"Help... but why?"
"Because you were such a little sweetheart that it made me rethink my entire life and have an existential crisis," he said, only partially sarcastic.
"Seriously?"
"To a degree. Do you know anywhere I can settle down and get a job without getting shunned by society?"
Mythic had met Sparrowe, the leader of the clan, previously. He hadn't known him long, but he knew there were a few similar fugitives in the clan. Mythic somehow knew that him finding out about Sparrowe and then meeting this Pearlcatcher again a week later was connected. He knew it was the place he needed to bring the Pearlcatcher. And he knew he wanted to stay with him and help him cope.
"Yes, I know a place," he said. "But first, I'd like to know your name."
"Hey, beetle boy," Atraxus started, padding over to Mythic.
"Hey, rude dude. You know I hate that nickname," Mythic interrupted lightheartedly, head-bumping Atraxus' ankle.
"Oh, sorry. Hey, my endearing little love," Atraxus corrected himself, mocking Mythic's accent.
Mythic snorted. "Yes?"
"I got you a milkshake."
"Oh, how kind. Thank you," Mythic said, and Atraxus set a cup as big as the Veilspun in front of him.
"Enjoy. And... I also bought tickets for a play. This might be stupid, but I figured we could both use a taste of normal life."
Mythic took a slurp of his milkshake. "Mmm." he said. "A literal taste of normal life right there, my friend," he said, gesturing to the milkshake.
Atraxus smirked, then took a sip of his own drink. "The play is at sunhigh. Better get ready." He paused. "You don't wear apparel. I suppose there's not much you can do to get ready."
"I can comb my hair, I guess."
Atraxus chuckled.
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A massive "THUMP" nearly scared Mythic out of his den. Giant claws dug frantically at the entrance to his underground cave, which he quickly scrambled away from. With a moment of shock and confusion, he realized that those claws were dragon talons, not those of a monster. Cowering against the wall of his cave, he watched helplessly as the giant claws reached towards him. They wrapped around his tiny body and pulled him roughly out of the den.
The world became a disorienting blur of green, blue, and brown as the talons lifted him. When everything stopped spinning he realized he was face to face with a Pearlcatcher. "Oh. Uh. Hello," Mythic stuttered. Then the Pearlcatcher shoved him in a bag and strapped it shut.
Mythic could feel that they were moving, but he couldn't figure out how to open the bag. "Hey! Uh, let me out please! What'd I do!?" His voice was muffled by the bag.
"Shut up," the Pearlcatcher replied.
"I don't want to agitate you any further, but that's not very nice, sir," Mythic said.
The Pearlcatcher sighed. "They didn't tell me you'd be a chatterbox."
"Who's 'they'?"
"If I tell you, will you shut up?"
"I just might."
"The people who put a bounty on your triple-white, beetle-sized head."
"Oh." Mythic took a moment to take this in. This was a bounty hunter, and he was the target. That was a smidgen weird to think about.
"Sir, please let me go," he squeaked.
"No."
"I have a life! Come on, please?"
"My quarries' lives haven't been a concern of mine before. It won't be now. You're just a bug."
"I'm not a bug; I'm a dragon!" Mythic said indignantly.
The hunter scoffed. "You're a sad excuse for a dragon."
Mythic fell silent, clenching the bottom of the bag as it swayed.
"Listen, bounty hunter; I have a clan to support, hatchlings to care for, and a purpose for my life. I don't know what these dragons who want me want with me, but I certainly don't think it's more important than that."
It was the bounty hunter's turn to fall silent. After an uncomfortably long amount of time, the swaying stopped and the bounty hunter opened the bag. "Alright. Go."
Mythic hopped out of the bag. "Wait... just like that?"
"Yes. Leave," he said.
"Th... thank you." Mythic met the bounty hunter's eyes. The Pearlcatcher nodded back to him and Mythic turned and flew away.
Mythic grimly watched from the tree branch as his hatchlings flew away. They finally had the honor of being exalted after only a few moons of life. His clan had grown bigger, taking the weight of responsibility off his shoulders as other dragons began to do his job. He looked at the lamps glowing in the town below him, the few dragons meandering through the streets.
An armored Pearlcatcher slinked through the Shadows, headed pointedly towards Mythic's den. Was that...?
Mythic followed the dragon as he left town boundaries. He was definitely headed for Mythic's home. And it was definitely who he thought it was.
Thinking he was probably crazy to hope he could get away from this dragon twice, he flew down to greet him.
"Mythic?" the Pearlcatcher asked when the Veilspun hovered down in front of him.
"You know it. Why are you here, may I ask?"
"To find you. I need help."
"Help... but why?"
"Because you were such a little sweetheart that it made me rethink my entire life and have an existential crisis," he said, only partially sarcastic.
"Seriously?"
"To a degree. Do you know anywhere I can settle down and get a job without getting shunned by society?"
Mythic had met Sparrowe, the leader of the clan, previously. He hadn't known him long, but he knew there were a few similar fugitives in the clan. Mythic somehow knew that him finding out about Sparrowe and then meeting this Pearlcatcher again a week later was connected. He knew it was the place he needed to bring the Pearlcatcher. And he knew he wanted to stay with him and help him cope.
"Yes, I know a place," he said. "But first, I'd like to know your name."
"Hey, beetle boy," Atraxus started, padding over to Mythic.
"Hey, rude dude. You know I hate that nickname," Mythic interrupted lightheartedly, head-bumping Atraxus' ankle.
"Oh, sorry. Hey, my endearing little love," Atraxus corrected himself, mocking Mythic's accent.
Mythic snorted. "Yes?"
"I got you a milkshake."
"Oh, how kind. Thank you," Mythic said, and Atraxus set a cup as big as the Veilspun in front of him.
"Enjoy. And... I also bought tickets for a play. This might be stupid, but I figured we could both use a taste of normal life."
Mythic took a slurp of his milkshake. "Mmm." he said. "A literal taste of normal life right there, my friend," he said, gesturing to the milkshake.
Atraxus smirked, then took a sip of his own drink. "The play is at sunhigh. Better get ready." He paused. "You don't wear apparel. I suppose there's not much you can do to get ready."
"I can comb my hair, I guess."
Atraxus chuckled.
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Atraxus Mythic and Atraxus may have met when Atraxus abducted him for a bounty, but the hunter released the little dragon and had a change of heart. Since then, the pair have become best of friends. The two are goofy and insult each other for fun, but they both enjoy their interactions. |
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