Not The Greatest First Impression[Elon]

[Samari]

Balderth had just landed in the weyrbowl, his eyes whirling a very violent red. He bellowed and whacked a tree trunk with his tail. He hoped it would fall and crush some hapless idiot who walked in its path. After the tree refused to budge after a few good whacks with his tail, he decided to wreak havoc on something else.

Fortunately, he found a huge rock to sharpen his claws on. The sound was horrendous, making a terrible screech. "Blue" Fenristh was having fun with this. Now if only he had something fleshy to terrorize..

[PhazonDragon]

The bronze weyrling pair of Lawrence and Elonverrilth were resting in the weyrbowl when the angered roar of a dragon made both of them sit up. Elonverrilth, getting more and more used to his lack of proper forelimbs, found it easy to lay on his side, much like a lounging cat, and his wings folded loosely against his back. His rider was sitting comfortably with his back against the bronze’s chest, ignoring the underformed limbs that were held there. At the sound of the roar, Elonverrilth lifted his head off of the ground, and tried to find the source of the noise. Lawrence... What was that? It sounded like a dragon, but why?

“I... Don’t know, Elon.” Lawrence cracked open one eye, and scanned the immediate area of the weyr bowl. He didn’t see anythi--Oh. “Over there. Some disgruntled brown is attacking that poor tree...” The weyrling shrugged, taking little note of the action, though the faint sound of rustling leaves made it hard to ignore, especially when they were preceded by a loud thump. “Ugh. I just wanted to spend the last days of warm weather outside, but instead I get an angry brown trying to tear down a tree. Come on, Elonverrilth... We can move somewhere else if he’s a--AUGH! What the hell?!” Lawrence clamped both hands to his ears as the god-awful screeching of talon on rock made it to his sensitive ears.

A scowl on his face, the weyrling stood up, determined to figure out what was this brown’s problem. He wasn’t familiar with said brown dragon, but by all means, was he going to give him a piece of his mind. “Elon. Stay here. I’ll handle this,” Lawrence commanded, his annoyance getting the better of him. Besides, Elonverrilth wasn’t in the best position to deal with a dragon with use of all his limbs... The weyrling stalked towards the brown, leaving Eloverrilth behind, and approached the rogue dragon. “HEY. What is your problem?” he demanded of the brown, crossing his arms.

Wait! Lawrence! No... Don't do that. That's not a good idea. Lawrence! Come back here! Elonverrilth protested, struggling a bit to get up and standing as quickly as possible. Lawrence was out of his reach, but the bronze felt something bad from the brown, and he worried for Lawrence’s safety. Once the dragon was up, he set into a full trot to reach Lawrence. Lawrence, I think you should be careful.

[Samari]

"Fenristh" turned around when he heard a voice. He snarled and wheeled himself around to face the fleshy little human. Oh goody, a fleshy bat dragon was with him. The fact that Elonverrilth was a bronze didn't seem to faze the "blue" He leaned in close to bellow in Lawrence's face. Oh nothing..Fenristh was just sharpening his claws..for something fleshy like you.

His mindvoice sounded like two concrete cinder blocks smashing together and breaking apart. "Fenristh" raised up on his haunches, lifting one big foreleg in the air to come crashing down upon the squishy human. He wanted to see if he'd survive, or perhaps sending the Bronze between would be a better outcome. People would fear him then..people would RESPECT him!

[PhazonDragon]

When the brown whipped around, pressing his snout into Lawrence’s face, the weyrling did his best to stare down the larger being. With Elonverrilth a bronze, he was used to large dragons, but even Elon wasn’t at full growth yet. “Oh really now?” he said in defiance, egging the brown dragon on. Of course, his facade faded quickly when the brown reared up, lifting a claw, with the full intent of crushing Lawrence under his foot.

LAWRENCE! Elonverrilth called, increasing his speed, as fast as his awkward way of travel would allow. He reached the two facing off, but didn’t slow to a stop. With his rider’s life clearly in danger due to the uncontrollable brown dragon, he wasn’t about to let himself be pushed aside. He charged into the brown that identified himself as Fenristh, leaping over Lawrence, knocking the two dragons over. You will NOT hurt my Lawrence!

The weyrling had seen his bronze go sailing over his head, and moved to jump out of the way. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to challenge the brown. Now Elonverrilth had come to his aid, and at much of a disadvantage. “Elon! Don’t!” God, he was an idiot. He shouldn’t have done that. A number of thoughts ran through his mind, and the bronze weyrling was regretting his decision to verbally attack the brown. Now Elonverrilth was going to pay the price. “Elonverrilth!”

Knowing his younger age, and lack of forelimbs would put him at a disadvantage, Elonverrilth half-listened to Lawrence’s call, scampering off of the brown as fast as he could, and placing himself between him and His. I will not let him hurt you, Lawrence. The bronze lowered his head, his eyes a raging red shade, and swirling rapidly. He was a bit shaken up from barreling into the older dragon, and a tad bruised if not scratched, but he was willing to take more risks for the safety of His.

[Samari]

"Fenristh" screeched as Elonverrilth barreled into his left flank. He toppled over and smacked his head firmly on the ground, causing his personalities to switch by force. Balderth squealed and flailed on the ground pitifully. Leirona! Leirona! Leirona-mine! I am down! I am hit! I am hurt! Help! Help! HELP!

At the distressed call of her brown, she panicked. Which persona would she be meeting? When Balderth had left, she knew it was "Fenristh". This voice however sounded more like the hatchling she grew to love before his head trauma. She ran out to the weyrbowl to see a bronze with useless looking forelegs standing between what she assumed to be his rider and Balderth. She came to her browns aid. "Stop squirming and let me look at you, Balderth."

She turned her gaze back to the bronze and the teen with a look of exasperation. "I'm sorry. Did "Fenristh" do something stupid, like he always does? Balderth is not really a bad dragon its just...Hard to explain him sometimes."

[PhazonDragon]

Elonverrilth fully expected to fight the brown that he tackled, but the instant he fell over, his personality changed. He was more... Calm, a maybe a tad pitiful, compared to the brown that was intending to kill Lawrence. ... Lawrence...? the bronze asked, his head turning around to glance backwards at His. Overall, his body was still tense, ready just in case the personality shift was an act to throw Elon off guard. However, it wasn’t long before there was a young female by his side. Is she his rider? I do not understand. Why did he act that way?

“Shush,” Lawrence said bluntly, raising a hand and stepping out from behind Elonverrilth, so that he could see the brown and his assumed rider. “Fenristh? Balderth?” he repeated, looking confused. Despite Elonverrilth’s warning growl, Lawrence inched closer to the female rider. “So what’s wrong with him? He just tried to kill me! And I’m sure he would have attacked Elonverrilth too, if my bronze didn’t knock him over!” The weyrling frowned, his brow furrowing. He was listening to Elon’s worries, and staying away from the brown, but he was utterly confused about the situation. The brown just tried to attack him! With his foot.

'He is not normally a bad dragon'... Maybe that is why he was sent to Rocky. Maybe that is why he is here. Though he doesn't seem very safe. But you admitted that you should not have done that, so this might not have happened, the bronze reasoned to His, loosening up and leaning back to sit on his haunches, his pale tail wrapping carefully around Lawrence. He drew his wings in closer to his sides, and snaked his head down to hover just above Lawrence’s body.

[Samari]

Leirona exhaled. She saw Balderth get up off his side, eyes whirling gray. He huffed sadly, looking from Lawrence to Elonverrilth. He gave a sad croon when he began to speak. I am sorry if Fenristh almost hurt you. I am the true dragon in this body, and my name is Balderth. Fenristh is also me..but in a different way.

The female brownrider brushed her hair back and decided to explain. "I am Leirona, and this is Balderth. The others, such as Fenristh, are part of his defect. Something called dissociative identity disorder. There are 5 different identities in his mind, Bronze Odinth, Green Idunnth, Blue Fenristh, Blue Heimdallth, and Blue Lokith. At least, thats how they identify themselves..."

[PhazonDragon]

While the brown stood up, looking forlorn and sorry to have caused the trouble, Elonverrilth shuffled forward. He kept an eye on Lawrence, knowing that his rider was simmering from the encounter, and probably would continue to show his anger until he calmed down. The bronze knew that was his cue to take control of the situation until Lawrence was able to get his emotions under control. He is you, but not? I do not think I understand... How can you be two dragons at once? Looking at the brown’s rider as she explained, Elonverrilth listened intently, trying to understand.

I see. Lawrence, he can not help it. It is part of his defect. Do not be mean. Introduce yourself, please? The bronze crooned, nosing his rider gently, before looking back up at the brown and His.

A low growl started to form in Lawrence’s throat. He wasn’t keen on the prospect of introducing himself to the brown that just tried to kill him! The bronze dragon behind him had other ideas about it. “I...” he started, paused, then rolled his eyes at Elonverrilth. “I’m Lawrence Huntington, and this is Elonverrilth. ... As you can tell, his lack of forelimbs are why we’re here.” Lawrence gestured to the bronze’s chest, where his malformed forearms were drawn up uselessly. “I take it you’re here because of his changing personalities...” the weyrling muttered, knowing that Elonverrilth wasn’t about to let him get off without a conversation.

[Samari]

Leirona nodded. She had been dealing with his defect for 2 years now, but every time it seemed like something new. She sighed and pat her brown on the side of the flank. "Yup. He almost got us killed in Threadfall...Luckily we were able to recover and land safely. I swear its a new experience every time he switches..I just wish I could have my Balderth back to normal..But I know that's never gonna happen."

Balderth let out a sad croon at his riders words. He turned to nudge her firmly with his head. My Leirona, you know I would change if I could, but I cannot. You know I love you all the same, all of me does. Even the others. The brown turned back to Elonverrilth with slightly gray eyes. I honestly wish I could go back to just me, it would make my Leirona so happy..I miss the happy Leirona.

[PhazonDragon]

Still keeping the scowl on his face, Lawrence didn’t look that surprised to know that the brown had nearly killed himself during threadfall. Of course, the weyrling had never experienced threadfall before, but he had heard stories, not to mention see examples of what happens when one isn’t careful during it. On one hand, he was glad to not have to go through such a thing, but on the other, if he did, Elonverrilth would be a normal-looking bronze...

Though he noticed the sadness in Balderth’s eyes, the bronze couldn’t help taking a stab at Lawrence with his comments. At least you have seen Yours happy. Lawrence does not smile often. I can not recall a time when he was happy. The initial comment might have been playful, but the words had an element of truth to them that Elonverrilth undoubtedly felt. At least His has gotten better as the days went on: he wasn’t blaming Elonverrilth for returning to Earth, and he had least gotten to a respectable point with the dragon, though Elonverrilth suspected he valued the bronze flitter more than him.

Lawrence stiffened at Elon’s words. He was glad that the other rider couldn’t hear them, but just knowing that Balderth had heard made his mind race. Would he tell Leirona? “Elon...” he started, glaring over at the bronze. “I do not...!” Lawrence half-heartedly said. Because he knew it was true. The last time he remembered being truly happy was with the knowledge that he was leaving Earth behind, going to Pern, and would Impress a dragon that would keep him away from the society that he so disliked on Earth. Instead, he was sent back, because his dragon was different from the rest.

[Samari]

Balderth made a croon of apology to Elonverrilth. It must be a hard thing to deal with, knowing that your rider was unhappy all the time. He gave a nuzzle to the younger bronze, feeling his pain. It must be hard, knowing that your rider never smiles, even though he has his other half. I would hate to feel like that. The big brown's eyes were still swirling gray, but there was a rim of orange-yellow, feeling anxiety for the bronze's situation.

Leirona didn't understand the feelings coming from her brown. He usually didn't care about the affairs of other dragons, but this bronze was apparently different. She stared at Lawrence and sighed. "From what I've picked up from Balderth's response, you aren't a generally happy person.." She bit her bottom lip and considered what she would say next. "You know..if you ever wanted a friend, I'm here. I've not made a single companion here."

[PhazonDragon]

The bronze whined softly at Lawrence’s comments, but looked back towards the brown. For once, he shut out the weyrling from his mind, speaking only to Balderth. I am sure he is happy sometimes, but he does not show it. But I will give him time. He likes his bronze fire lizard, Boomerang, a bit more than me, but Mine does not complain about me anymore. Elonverrilth grunted when the brown touched him. At least he does not try to get away. He likes dragons. The bronze crooned, his eyes a gentle green color.

Lifting an eyebrow, Lawrence wondered what his bronze was saying, but he didn’t feel like he could butt in just to find out. After all, Elonverrilth had always been open with him. He wouldn’t say anything bad about Lawrence. That wasn’t in his nature. Lost in his thoughts for a moment, the weyrling didn’t notice Leirona’s actions. He half-heard them, and it took a couple of seconds of staring blankly at the older rider before the words settled in his brain. She... Was trying to be nice to him, and offer to help.

He scowled at the offer. He didn’t need anyone else. He had himself, and that was good enough. And Boomerang, where ever that flitter was. The darned thing would always disappear, but he would always come back. He didn’t need anyone else. “I’ll be fine, thank you very much,” he responded curtly, turning on his heels to stalk past Elonverrilth, back to where he was sitting before. He left Elon behind, knowing that the bronze would want to talk more.

Elonverrilth watched Lawrence leave, his head twisting around to follow the weyrling. He sadly looked back at Balderth, shifting back and forth between the brown and Leirona. I am sorry. He does not like it when people try to help him. He feels that he can do everything by himself, when I know he can not. The bronze peered at the young female rider. Balderth, will you tell yours that I am sorry? Please tell her that Lawrence does not mean to be rude, and she should not hold a grudge against him.

Making sure Lawrence was still there, and alone, Elonverrilth asked Balderth, Would you mind if I stay here and talk to you? He shifted slightly, getting into a more comfortable position. I think I will leave Mine alone for a bit. I do not think he would like to listen to me talking about how he should treat others. I do appreciate that Yours was nice to Mine. Most people are not when he acts like that. He got into a fight with the Weyrwoman once...

[Samari]

Balderth relayed Elonverrilth's words to Leirona, and she understood. Sometimes people just didn't want to socialize. She sighed and looked up at the bronze, wondering how he dealt with such an anti-social rider. She commended his determination, though. "I understand, Elonverrilth. Not everyone is a friendly type."

The brown crooned in delight when Elonverrilth asked if he could talk with him a bit longer. He flared his wings out, his eyes turning a bright blue-green. Of course you can stay here and talk with us! Leirona and I would love the company. I quite like you myself, Elonverrilth. You're the first dragon who has ever accepted my defect without laughing at me.

[PhazonDragon]

At Leirona’s words, Elonverrilth bugled happily. For once, someone who understood Lawrence, and didn’t judge him based on how he acted towards him. He really is a good person. He just does not allow others to know how he is feeling. Still feeling uncomfortable in his current position, the bronze jostled his wings, moving them like limbs so that they were keeping him balanced while lightly clutching the ground.

Why would anyone laugh at you? he had to ask, a tinge of yellow creeping into his multi-faceted eyes. That is not nice. That is rude. I would not allow that. You cannot help what has happened any more than you can change the time of day. Elonverrilth snorted, disliking the distress that his new friend was showing. The dragon fidgeted a tad, wiggling his pale tail as he thought about old memories.

I do not recall being laughed at, but Lawrence and I came to Rocky only days after my hatching... Mine was not happy about that. We have been here since. You are new though. When did you get here?