Flying Dawn; Wrath's Sanity in Question (Open/All)

[yaoiwafflez]

((I'm beginning by prefacing this with a statement. Wrath is pretty much mad as a hatter. Aside from being a severe paranoid schizophrenic, he's also just a little over the edge crazy-wise and may have a touch of Bipolarism. HOWEVER; he does still need to eat and exercises, and he's on ever-changing doses of medication to try and bring him down to a normal level.

So he's not always dangerous; it's just hard to tell the times when he is and when he isn't apart. Still, if Shinji's around, he's usually rather tame. And with the medicine, he's much more like drugged-up Relanth was. SO.

Not sure how I feel. It's early, and I'm typing, and I think I might be slightly drunk. Have fun.))

The air was not just cool, no. Cold was a far better word for it. Actually, Shinjiro thought with a grimace, f*cking freeze-your-manly-bits-off subzero was the best way to put it.

Still, hundreds of feet above Rocky Weyr, in early-morning air so crisp it almost crackled, the view was breathtaking despite the cold. The sun was just barely coming up, and tinges of orange and red and gold licked the horizon as the sun crawled lazily over the mountains. The clouds were thin and wispy, and Wrath was amusing himself by snapping at them at the sailed past.

The bronze was loving the cold air, and his sheer delight was enough to make Shinji smile through his chattering teeth. The coppery-colored dragon leveled out his flight for a while, taking the time for some lazy loops of the Weyr borders, just to kill time and enjoy the morning air. Shinji loved these little ventures- he felt terrible about keeping Wrath cooped up inside his weyr all the time, and most of the drugs they were using to keep him calm put him to sleep or made him to fuzzy-headed to be active.

So he took the psychopathic bronze out only when he could be reasonably sure he'd avoid the company of anyone else. They'd run into Synth and K'ryn once or twice, but the mostly-nocturnal dragon had the good sense to avoid Wrath (or the rumors were spreading after the incident with Tahli's blue...) and the few Whers and their handlers barely paid the dragon any mind.

So Wrath had the dawn to himself for the most part. And Shinji let him have it. They'd just finished a basic exercise drill, and Wrath was slowly dragging out the time before he would return to the ground and feed, for that meant another does of his medicine, and another day asleep or confused.

The bronze rumbled happily as he swooped through yet another scraggly cloud, and wheeled back up. Shinji laughed as the misty water droplets soaked his hair, and he thumped the Bronze's shoulder in feigned annoyance.
Hey! If you wanted to swim, we could have gone to the lake!

Do not be such a faint-hearted person, beloved Shinjiro! The water is good for you! The dragon taunted.
Yeah, for DRINKING!
Hmm. No, I think you need more. The dragon glanced back over his shoulder at his rider with his eyes swirling a mischievous green-blue. He dove without warning, straight through a thicker cloud, making Shinji sputter and yelp.

"NOT FAIIIR!" Shinji cried, thwacking the dragon. Wrath just laughed a deep dragon rumble. He paused after a moment, tilting his head to one side and glancing around curiously, following something he saw. Shinji knew what was happening by now, and he closed his eyes and let his conciousness mesh with the dragon's.
Something about...the colors. Wrath was seeing a cacophony of reds and oranges and blues swirling together where the rising sun met the lightening blue sky. The boy sighed, and tugged his coat closer around himself in the cold.

He'd seen many amazing things since coming to the Weyr, all sorts of dragons and fantastic things; he'd even been to another planet. But nothing could compare to what Wrath could see.

Wrath?
Yes, Shinjiro?
What do you see? Tell me about it...
Oh, there colors. Over here, reds, laughing so prettily as the oranges and golds mingle; and there! A deep blue fights off a twist of starlight to maintain it's song for the day...Shinjiro...why are you crying?
...What? Shinji touched a hand to his face, wiping away a stray teardrop. Why? He could feel the distant sense of distortion through the bond, and it just hurt sometimes. Oh. It's just water, silly bronze.
Oh. Alright.

The conversation faded to nothing more than the occasional flash of emotion, and they flew on in silence as the sun continued to rise. Shinji realized it was getting late...er, early... but Wrath was so calm, so happy right now that he put off returning to the ground for just a bit longer, despite the risk that one of the other dragons might decide to come for an early-morning flight. He would manage. Wrath was calm, and Shinji knew it would be safe for a while longer.

[redwerecat]

((Murr. Because SOMEONE needs to play with the crazy bronze. And why not me? Do pardon if this be digging up from the graveyard, but I wants to play with the Wrath.))

Tag leaned forward over Halderoth's neck as the multicolored dragon shot up through the skies. The blue-green creature rose swiftly, each wingbeat launching it and it's partner higher and higher. It very carefully chose it's path, avoiding the thin clouds, and Tag made a startled sound as the dragon side-slipped abruptly and they dropped a good hundred feet before the dragon recovered with a flip of it's wing and they sped upwards once more.

"Warn me next time..." Tag breathed. He knew he didn't have to speak for Halderoth to hear him, but he always felt strange unless he did so. And, sometimes, it just helped to hear his own voice, to remind himself that even after two year, he wasn't just dreaming.

Why? You should be able to move WITH me. Halderoth replied, with a slight tinge of teasing to it's voice. Tag rolled his eyes and felt the dragon's faint amusement as they banked again. And then they were higher still, and Halderoth and Tag were above the Weyrbowl. Tag grinned and glanced out across the landscape.

"Look at it...it's really kinda pretty, isn't it?" He said, and brushed a stray lock of hair from his face. Halderoth rumbled happily in agreement, and they leveled off. Tag just smiled and let the cold early-morning sky relax him. He'd originally asked Halderoth if the dragon wanted to take an early flight because Tag couldn't sleep, but the chimera dragon had been more than happy- Halderoth was often awake long before Tag was, and it was quite pleased to have Tag's company that morning.

As for why Tag had been awake... he'd had a lot on his mind recently. A lot he didn't particularly care to discuss with anyone but the one person who was always there. And being near Halderoth was almost guaranteed to help him relax...the calm-minded dragon was far more rational than it's chosen bonded, and Tag found the dragon a good listener if he had something he just needed to work out. It certainly helped that even if Hal didn't always understand Tag's emotions, the dragon's undying love was enough to reassure him most of the time anyway.

Tag sighed and ran a hand along Halderoth's neck. Hal just rumbled again and leaned into a turn, beginning to make a lap around the bowl's edge, but something caught it;s eye.
Mine, we are not alone. A bronze flies as well- do you wish to change our path? We will meet them very soon if we do not.

Tag glanced up, and squinted at the distant speck of color in the half-lit sky.
"Don't bother trying to avoid them, Hal. You're way too much of a recluse as it is."
I most certainly am not. The dragon grumbled, but it didn't change it's path. In a moment, they were coming alongside the bronze and his rider, and Tag was yet again startled by the size difference... Halderoth had nothing on the much larger dragon. Hal seemed to catch a hint of his thoughts, and Tag went slightly red as his dragon chastised him.

Be polite, beloved. Hal reminded him. Tag mumbled something slightly rude, but complied. He lifted a hand, catching the other rider's attention...he recognized the purple-haired boy as one of the other weyrlings, but he didn't remember the dragon.
Bronze Wrath. Halderoth supplied, with a tone of tension in it's voice. He is the one who fought with Blue Relanth. DO be careful.

"Me? You be polite..." Tag said. "Whatever..."
Hal snorted, then called out to the bronze. Greetings and good morning, Bronze Wrath, and to your rider as well. I hope we do not disturb your flight?

[yaoiwafflez]

((Pounce- yay. I want to play Wrath more, but i think my crazy bronze miiiight turn people off. But I kind of like his absolute mentalness...))

Shinji jerked bolt upright when the strange voice of another dragon entered his mind. It was... a very calm voice, one he didn't recognize and couldn't place, but he could easily fix that. He glanced down to see the slender shape of a blue...a green? Ah, that's right. This was the dragon that was both. Maybe that's why his voice was so strange... it. It was what it had requested to be called. Shinji vaguely remembered Miyuki saying something about that a while back...

He checked on Wrath quickly, nervous and not trusting the bronze, but the metallic dragon seemed nonplussed. Wrath just rumbled a greeting kindly and flew slightly beneath and under Halderoth so the riders could speak a little more easily.
Greetings dragon who-I-do-not-know. Wrath answered back when he realized Shinji wasn't going to speak. You do not disturb us. I think Mine would enjoy the company, and i would not deny it either.

Shinji made a confused face as Wrath spoke, and he cast a look at the blue-green dragon's rider. Wrath was rarely this polite...or maybe he was just calming down now that they were both older...? Either way, he finally managed to sputter a response to the red-haired young man on the other dragon.
"Uh...yeah! Hello, I guess." He had to shout a little to make himself heard, but it wasn't too hard. "What are you two doing out this early? We rarely run into people when we come out."

Wrath let his bonded speak, taking the moment to examine the other dragon.
You smell different. He said bluntly, but he seemed curious rather than anything else. Why is that?

[redwerecat]

((YOU WILL NOT DIE THREAD! WAFFLES....))

Tag laughed, but it was entirely cheerful and mostly just giddiness at being out flying.
"What can i say? I'm fond of the early mornings, as long as I don't have to appreciate them too often." He said jokingly. "Nah, Hal 'n I just...needed to have a little time to think, right? I was feeling cooped up in the Weyr."

Halderoth snorted and Tag slapped his neck with a very deliberate shut-up-or-I'll-do-something-dumb meaning. Halderoth just made an amused noise. Why, K'neth, could it be you are still angry at your mate? I was not aware Liam had- how did you put it?- ah, yes, that he had 'Screwed up' so badly. Perhaps you should talk to someone about it? It was teasing, mostly, but it knew what had weighed so heavily on it's beloved's mind.

Tag made a face, and quickly tried to cover it up with a glance downwards across the bowl. Halderoth just made another noise and went back to speaking to Wrath.
I smell different? It is because I am neither blue nor green. I am both. And i am neither. My name is Halderoth, if it should please you, bronze, and Mine is K'neth.

Tag made a choked noise and swatted the dragon again. "Haaaaaal! It is not!" He glanced over and gave the other rider a pleading look. "I swear, my name's tag, no matter what Hal says!"

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Shinji stifled a laugh behind one hand and shook his head. Currently, he was a little too giggly to speak. These two amused him greatly.

The bronze beneath him had one eye swiveled back and around, examining the odd mottled dragon with a curious swirl of yellow in his eyes.
Both? Neither? That makes my head hurt. I shall call you Halderoth then, and maybe my head will make sense of you later. He let out a long whooshing sigh of relief as he seemed to reach some internal conclusion and he grumbled. I am Wrath, and Mine is called Shinji! I am happy to meet you, Halderoth, and K'neth.

When the other rider made a fuss about his name, the bronze huffed in exasperation. Humans.

[redwerecat]

"Don't laugh. This damn beast infuriates me on a daily basis. And it does so on purpose."
I do not. If you would simply concede to using a proper rider's shortened name, I would not have to aggravate you so. But you insist on a childish nickname, and so I must simply intercede. Hal altered it's course slightly to drop down and under the bronze to come up on his other side.
Humans indeed.

Tag made another disgruntled noise and glared daggers at the back of his dragon's head. "So how's YOUR day been so far?"

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Shinji shrugged as best he could, and smiled.
"I am not really sure. wrath seems more calm today, so I suppose it goes just fine." He said, appearing to think about this. The other rider certainly was...vibrant, wasn't he? Shinji almost envied the easy wy he spoke with his dragon. Wrath...he shook his head. No reason to bother with something as long as they were all okay right now, right?

So he smiled, and ran a hand along the bronze's neck, and resolved to just enjoy it while it lasted. Wrath rumbled happily, his eyes and head tilting to follow the odd multi-hued dragon's movements rather curiously.

You use very large words. Wrath finally said decisively. Shinji just bit back a snicker and grinned even wider.
"Silly beast."

[redwerecat]

Tag tilted his head to one side, trying to remember what had sent this particular pair to Rocky... he did try to keep track of the others at the Weyr, but he was lazy, and a little scatterbrained...

Absently, he realized that particular train of thought was from Halderoth.
Thanks...
Of course. If you do not know, ask.

Tag belatedly realized that was damn good advice. "alright. I admit it. I have no clue. Is Wrath usually not very calm, or something? I can't remember for the life of me what happened to everone to get them sent to Rocky, and I don't want to be rude, but the phrasing is a little odd. Tell me if you like, or not- I know I'm probably being nosy."

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Shinjiro smiled wanly, with an expression of something like pain.
"Wrath's...his mind is damaged." He said, carefully measuring his words in a cheerful neutral tone so the hefty bronze whose neck he sat astride wouldn't catch on. (Wrath was a lovely dragon when he was lucid, but he was somewhat spacey thanks to the medicine he took, and he tended to drift in and out of his own daydreams easily.)

"He was hatched normal, but it was clear very early on he was not alright. He quarrelled with all his clutchmates, and picked fights and spoke of strange things. i did not know, because i was from Earth, that the things he said were not normal. He sees things differently, and hears voices that do not exist. he is also afraid much of the time, and it makes him very violent. he takes everything as an attack upon himself or me...and he will not hesitate to use tooth and claw on those he sees as enemies." Shinji closed his eyes, his mind going back to a night with one really lovely rider he'd seen around, a bluerider. But something had happened, and Wrath had caught on and threatened the girl. Her blue had retaliated, but Wrath had charge straight to physical violence...

The dragons had torn at eachother, but Wrath had been bigger and older than the blue...and had caused him some serious damage. Then on, SDhinji hadn't spoken to much of anyone but his sister, whose Queen could manage to subdue Wrath- one of the only dragons who could.

Shinji realized he had sort of cut off what he was saying, and coughed lightly to cover it up.
"He's on strong medications now. They said he was ah, schizophrenic, I think was the term. Of multiple types- paranoid, delusional, and aggressive. He...is not right in the mind, I am afraid. So...we are here."