The Emerald Isle

Mythelle thought for a moment, engrossed by the unique perceptive of this young dream wolf. But then she had one brief flashback of her friendly encounter with Azure, and she gently soothed, "Pheonixes have their own feelings, too."

Dream muttered, "Oh, so I don't. I don't care if these phoenixes aren't even related to those dark ones that killed my family. They're phoenixes and I don't care how much of a bigot I'm acting like. I'll never forgive any of those horrid creatures."

"Ah, well then, we have some old grudges to heal," Mythe said and yawned. When she exhaled, a giant bellow of blue ember flame elicited her mouth. Quickly realizing she could've burned Dream, Mythelle raised a paw to her jaw in surprise and apology. "Whoops, sorry. I didn't mean that," she said, wearing a face a guilt.

Dream felt a slight fury in her heart but blinked and said, "It's okay. Anyways...what do you want to do?"

"I know what I want to do..." Mythelle let out another billow of seething blue fire in a mouth-stretching yawn as she folded her wings, curling into a fetal position. "I wanna," the dragon said between stretches, "...sleep."

She began woozing away.

Was it hibration period? Aparently, if it was, it had come quicker than she had thought.

Dream blinked and whispered, "...Okay? I'll just leap to cliffs. I've slept already and am filled with energy now." She turned around and leapt onto a river, walking on water gracefully.

No, it was not hibration period. Mythelle's sensitive, bigger nostrils just inhaled the substance more than Dreams (whose nose was much smaller in comparison to the huge dragon's). As the creature drew closer, the odor gradually became visible. The air was thick with a pink hue. The aroma smelled like dreams, prompting sleep to any who took even the slightest whiff.

OOC: Was Dream supposed to do something? o.o

OOC; with a hidden creature emitting a drowsy odor that makes creatures fall asleep, yes. xD

OOC: I thought she leapt away really far xD Is the smell really overpowering like a skunk to a mortal?

OOC; supposedly And I thought Dream was only a couple steps away on the water since you never said anything about her distance

OOC: Oh, okay xD

BIC: Dream turned around, glaring at the dark aroma that swirled around the atmosphere. "Hey! Who--" She felt weak before she could continue her insult, and walked towards the closest piece of land, but was only strong enough to grasp onto a cattail with her front paws. Help, She thought to herself, before going into a sound sleep.

In her dreams, Mythelle was soaring right above the treetops when she saw Dream. Her wings flung wide to its fullest in a rushed halt. "Dream!" she called, "Dream!" The dragon dove down full speed.

OOC: Once again, is Dream supposed to do anything? And also, isn't she just in Mythelle's dreams, so no?

OOC; This is an example of the wonders of roleplaying xD

I'm leaving it open-ended so that you can control Dream in the dream, or you can have Dream dream her own dreams. (So many dreams D:)

OOC: You sound like my friend, Lauren xD
Me: I don't really think a disco floor appears in a fire o.o
Lauren: YOU DON'T HAVE AN IMAGINATION

....DREAM DREAM DREAM, and I think you should control her in Mythelle's dream because it IS in Mythelle's mind.

OOC; sure then... but it'll be harder to interact that way ^^

But... isn't Dream a DREAM wolf??

IC; Dream looked up. She seemed happy at first until her voice came low and menacing. "Filthy pheonix," she growled. Her face wasn't so cheery anymore.

"Wh-What?" Mythelle stuttered.

"Go away, and leave my family alone," Dream bared her teeth.

Mythe hesitated on what to say about this. This was Dream? I'm pretty sure this is Dream, Mythelle said to herself. She meant to say something appeasing, or wise, like "I'm sorry, but I'm Mythelle the dragon, remember? There are no pheonixes here," but instead, what came out was: "You look better when you smile."

The wolf looked confused for a moment, but her growl quickly came back. "Stupid pheonix!" she yowled, "I'll kill you! I'll kill every one of your kind!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm not a pheonix!" Mythe shook her head with a worried expression, "I'm Mythelle the dragon, remember? Calm down, Dream, and let us talk. I'm sure you can --"

Before she could finish, the wolf pounced, "Lier! Lier! Filthy lier! I'll kill you --" she slashed, "I'll kill you all!" and she swiped again with a claw. Each time the dragon took to the air and landed in another place to dodge. "Please, Dream, I don't want to hurt you," she begged, but the wolf wouldn't stop. Bite after bite after bite, Dream attacked and Mythelle couldn't help but to finally let out a blow of the blue fire she was so known for. It didn't touch Dream like she planned, but then it spread and spread until there was a huge forest fire and Dream was lost in the middle of it all. "Dream!" the dragon called and soared right above the canopies. "Dream, where are you?"

But by the time Mythelle found the wolf, all was left was a burnt carcass of the wolf she once knew as a friend. The dragon nudged the bones gently, only to find them crumbling into ashes upon touch. "Oh, Dream..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say. She was speechless, and she didn't know what to feel. Should she be mad? Or sad? Or should she simply be pitying Dream for the insanity that befalled the wolf in her last moments of life?

Mythelle shook her head and turned away. She walked toward a nearby pond to drink away the sadness. But upon looking at her reflection, Mythelle nearly fainted. She was a pheonix, and the more she looked at herself, the more phoenix-like plumage she saw. Even her claws were only the arms of her wings and her feet were huge, sharp talons that anyone would be scared of. But most of all was the fire that engulfed every bit of her body....A hot, seething blue.

"Welcome..." Mythelle looked up, hearing the voice. "...fifth pheonix...of Emerald..."

OOC: o.o you're right, she is. what's your point? xD

BIC: Dream awoke from her sleep and moaned, "My fur is all curly...agh." She turned around and saw nothing but endless water, forgetting about Mythelle and leaping onto the water again, but saw the dragon when she turned to her side. "Hi, Mythelle!" She called with a smile painted on her face.

A loud voice pulled her back into reality. "Hi Mythelle!" Dream was smiling.

The dragon jumped, unleashing a huge breath of flames. How? What? When? Her mind was boggling in confusion, terror and hope.

Dream said, "What's wrong? Did you imagine something scary or something?" She tilted her head to the side and let out a growl to urge Mythelle into giving an answer.

"Sorry," Mythelle shook her head and blinked, "I had this very strange dream." A dream about Dream. What about that, she thought to herself inquisitively.

Dream raised an eyebrow and thought to herself, I wasn't asking for a sorry, I was asking for a yes, no, or kind of, Mythelle. How suspicious. She growled, "Well, okay."

"Why a growl?" Mythelle asked absent-mindedly, still wondering about her vision.

The wolf coughed and replied, "Wolves growl, Mythelle. Just like....what dragons do on instinct sometimes."

Mythelle snorted in laughter, unleashing a puff of smoke from her nostrils.