Suns gone cold

[Clockwork]

Date: July 14 
Time: about noon
Weather: cool day but the sun is out. Afew clouds and abit of a wind
Involved: Irrite, venny, camo, anyone else who wants?
Previous threads: no one wants the ugly ones


Clockwork laid silently outside the house. His head resting on his front legs as he dozed. He was exausted. He hadn't seen so much exitement in so many years, to the point he'd almost forgoten that there was a world outside his stall. He hadn't actualy taken to the skies for 60 years. Clockwork looked up to the sky for a moment considering seeing if he could still fly at all. He still had his saddle, the old man had given him away with it on him. The leather had a letter "a" branded on one of the corners and looked abit worn, but it still worked. And it fit clockwork like a glove, because it was msde specificaly for him.

He sighed, decideing to give it a shot. He stepped away from the house for a moment pulling his head up and spreading his wings. He gave a powerfull thrust down to get some air. The muscles in his body beginninb to work in a rythmic motion, trying to remember the right pace for flight. Soon he was hovering right above the house. Now to remember how to move. 

Clockwork moved his body and tail to be parallel with the ground as he started to go forward. Feeling out flight slowly. Then tilting his wings slightly he realized he was steering left. He took off like a bolt of lightning, exited. He finaly felt unrestrained by the same four walls of a horse stall. The sun on his back felt completely forighn and diffrent but worth it! But it felt strange. The last time he'd ever flown was with Kanaya's son afew years after her death. He felt as though a piece of him were missing. The piece being a rider.

He looked down, folding his wings and landing on the roof with a thud. He roared and kept bouncing his front legs on the roof, makibg noise. He wanted Irrite to come out and ride.

[Venny and Camo]

The Nightmare, Terror, and baby Changewing had gotten annoyed from all the noise the new dragon was making, but they had ignored it and laxed about in the sun. They gave up on figuring out what exactly he was to doing. Flying was usually a easy feat for a reptile with wings anyways.

Camo had dragged himself out of the Sharpblade residence and went to see what was up with all the noises. Looking at the roof, he spotted some weird dragon. "Oy! Some of us want some peace here," Camo said as he hopped on up to the roof as well. "Who are you anyways? I don't recall having another hang around here," he glanced at the other three still playing around in the grass.

The door had creaked open as a young girl had exited out with pulled up sleeves of her sweater. Glancing at Camo and Clockwork, she squinted at the metal one. "Is that Irrite's?" Venny seemed to have mumbled about something else before entering back into the house. Camo had shook his head in concern. "Irrite's? Ha! I didn't think he would ever get a dragon! Mind you, he's not viking appropriate. He's a oversea's castaway here," Camo chuckled.

The sounds of crashing, smashing, and the sounds of running around were heard from outside the house. Camo and the others had disregarded it, for it happen everyday.

[Clockwork]

Clockwork's good eye rose to meet the changewing infront of him. His mask glitering in the light. He had to turn his head lightly so he could fully see the other. He was complaining about peace. Usualy clockwork was the one being the buzzkill but hey, he wanted a ride. " Sorry. Didn't mean to be that loud. I just haven't flown in 60 years. I guess im just exited to be out of that stall.I'm Clockwork." 

Clockwork stretched his wings out as he turned to see a girl comming from the house. Well that wasn't what he was looking for. He gave a snort as she bashed on Irrite. "actualy. She's right. I am Irrites dragon. "  His wings rose lightly, exposing the horrible scars on his back and sides that were formerly covered. He considered giving flying a shot again. But, didn't want to be rude and leave Camo in the middle of a convorsation, so he stayed.

[Venny and Camo]

Haven't flown in sixty years? Wow what a geezer. Camo had given a shrug. "I'm Camo, I usually fly on a daily basic, practicing some tricks and all that, I would kill for a day off," he scoffed as he lowered his head down in a tired manner. "You're quite lucky you have the calmer child than the prankster. He should be out in his garden or something."

The Changewing gave a sheepish smile. "Well I hope you have a nice time here! Sure some of us are a bit grumpy once in a while, but I assure you most of us are nice. By us I mean everyone besides the girl and the Nightmare there." A calling for Camo's name was heard, the dragon shook his head and sighed.

Camo had hopped back down and awaited his partner. Venny went out in a annoyed vibe as she hopped on. "Hey Metalhead! Make sure you don't drop the flower boy, alright?" Venny yelled at him. Camo shook his head in embarrassment. The Changewing had trotted and with a beat of his wings, the duo had zoomed out of there. A faint hum was sounded from the back of the house where the garden was at. If Camo's statement was correct, Irrite should be there.

[Clockwork]

    Clockwork's head tilted lightly as Camo flew off. He seemed nice, and rather laid-back at that. He looked up at the sky again, the grey clouds making the sun seem darker. The weather explained him so well at this  moment. Clouded by pain and fear but still hope shinning through, a light breeze and just every so often the sun shone through its mask.

The mask. The piece that held Clockwork together. Without it he'd just be an outcasted dragon that no one would beable to look at. The bloody mess of mangled flesh that resided under that mask. The last time it had touched air was when it was about to be sealed away forever. Clockwork had no idea what was under that mask anymore. He didn't even know if it had ever healed or not. Thus the comment "metal head" kind burnt. None the less, he shrugged and let it roll of his back. Kids would be kids. 

He walked around on the roof, overlooking the garden. He lept down and began to look for Irrite, his head low looking for his scent. "He is my human, there are many like him, but this one his mine and he is special"

      

[Irrite Furlong]

The flowers were pretty colorful, thanks to Irrite's careful planting and planting knowledge. Of course, he was mostly experimenting for some colors, but it just ended up with bright colors. Sadly he was starting to believe getting rainbow colored flowers were impossible.

He had heard something creep up on the roof, Irrite turned around and looked up to see Clockwork. "Hey buddy!" He greeted with a friendly smile. "What are you up to? I thought you would just hang around and relax like the others," Irrite chuckled. He wasn't so sure what dragons wanted to do, the only experience of dragon things were just hanging with Camo. And those were just rare moments when Venny sleeps or something.

Did he want to fly? Irrite always wanted to fly! And not in that stunt kind of way the other does! But heights were scary, and Irrite barely knew how well Clockwork flew. He was sure that he could fly fine but it was just a risk. After all, the worse could happen. And witnessing some of the others ViTs fly their dragons. Woo, it was just a miracle that he managed to watch them without fainting.

[Clockwork]

Clockwork's tail swished lightly behind him. He shook his head and eased it into Irrites chest. He reeeally was begging to fly. His wings spread lightly he turned to the side, offering accsess to the saddle on his back.

What was clockwork doing? He'd never have done that on any other day! Whats the heck was wrong with him! He snorted anxiously, waiting on him to get on so he could take off. The idea of flying again itching on his mind.
'good boy!' Agmarus claimed as he sat up on the dragon's back. Clockwork, panting so hard that abit of spit hung from his gaping jaws. They'd just flown around the entire island in about an hour and clockwork's muscles ached, but he felt great.
Memories singing into his mind drove him closer to Irrite. The boy had reminded him of his forgoten family.

[Irrite Furlong]

Clockwork shook his head and then lightly nudged it to his chest. Wow this type of affection was not common at all. It felt like a awkward hug to be honest.

It wasn't until a full minute that Irrite figured he wanted to fly, he then sweated nervously. What if he fell off? Or worse? Irrite thought about all those unfortunate scenarios that ran past his head. All of them usually resulted in death while one just ended falling painfully on a patch of grass and breaking his back.

Then Irrite thought of the taunts Venny might harass him with. Like sticking around and becoming a flower, or some wingless dolt! There could be worse, when it came to Venny and mean nicknames, well, she had a good reputation on making other people slightly offended. Heck, even Ari was offended by the term 'old man'. Not that it wasn't false but it was pretty rude. And funny.

Irrite had to do this, whether he liked this or not. He took a deep breath of confidence and slowly got on Clockwork's back. "Go easy on me, will ya?" Irrite managed to ask as he made himself comfortable. Then Irrite prepared for the worse.

[Clockwork]

Clockwork let out a roar and took off, his wings catching a breeze and they were off. He roared in happiness, his good eye glancing back at Irrite then he banked hard to thr left going clear over the house and out over the water. His skin sparkled crimson in the sun, the cool weather feeling great against his skin. How he missed this.


He lowered his head, soring low and letting his right wing sink into thenwater, spladhing some up. He thennremembered that Irrite was supposed to be in control. He straightened and continued to stay at a moderate pace, waiting on a command. The reighns were abit primitive from being made 200 years ago and the saddle was quite diffrent, but it was nothing someone couldnt figure out by just playing with it for a ehile.

[Irrite Furlong]

Irrite held in excited and terrified screaming as Clockwork took off. They were going too fast, too fast- and now they were turning and wow were they really high up oh wow okay. Irrite shut his eyes closed in fear, not wanting to look down as he held onto the saddle tightly and held on for his life. This greatly reminded him of all those Venny rides, just without her laughing insanely and the loops.

After the flight was stabilized and was genuinely slowing down, Irrite got enough courage to open his eyes. Where were they now? Definitely off the ground, which was pretty obvious. The boy had turned around to spot the island of Berk. It sure was a different perspective if you rode a dragon around.

"Wow...." He gasp as he let a hand go. He tucked in some stray hair that was messed up from flying, still dazed by the sight. Until he realized he was still on Clockwork. "Sorry buddy, Um... I'm not sure how to er... Steer...? Uh... Can we stick around Berk or closer to land?" Irrite asked awkwardly with a sheepish smile. He pointed to the island for further classification. He much appreciated with land underneath his feet.

[Clockwork]

Clockwork remained level headed at the constance pace, untill he heard that Irrite had no clue how to steer. Clockwork let out a sigh, the saddle and briddle was a bit confusing but seing it actualy work might spark some initiative in him.

Clockwork pulled his head over to the side, banking harshly to the right. The righns slid through the various loops of leather and metal in the saddle and ended up letting more slack in the right reighn. This could communicate that tugging the left and right reighns turned him. He was now headed tward Berk again, Irrite safely on his back. He decided to attempt to show him afew more things, hopefully he'd get it. He raised his head and tilted his wings upward, the air hitting hsi wings and carrying him up. The reigns loosened and then tightened again on their own. Maybe he just needed some time to tinker with it.

Clockwork then got a bit distracted, looking back over his shoulder with his good eye, not even noticing that they were coming up on a large rock. They werent more than 3 meters off the ground, so a fall wouldnt hurt Irrite too much, maybe a bruise or two. He swung his head around and accsedentaly slammed his mask into the side of the rock, knocking it off and tangling clockwork in his oen bridle. He did a barrel roll, ejecting Irrite off to the side the way he was trained to in such an event so he wouldnt land on him and crash landed on his side. He thrashed, tangled in the multiple leather straps and gears that was the briddle. The mask had landed about 7 meters away and his glass eye had been knocked out with it, revealing the horrible mass of scars he'd tried so hard to hide. He roared moving to cover the horrible gash scars that ravaged his jaw and eye socket. The nostril was torn apart witch meant that he couldnt breath fire correctly without that mask. He couldnt cover it so he just decided to let Irrite see it. See the horror that had been under that mask.

[Irrite Furlong]

Alright so if Irrite tugged on this.... They would turn! Huh, this steering stuff was way easier than he thought. Oh great! Clockwork was steering him back to land, what a relief! When ever he had the spare time, Irrite reminded himself to fiddle around with some of the gear as well as ask Venny for some safety tips. In no time he'll be a decent rider, the thought brought a smile to his face.

Whoa was that a large rock, gee it sure was getting bigger, did rocks grow? Wait a minute- oH THEY WERE GETTING CLOSER TO SAID ROCK. Irrite began screaming before he heard a nasty scrape, he could only guess what made the sound and it sure wasn't his legs. Irrite then found himself on the ground, he was sore but it wasn't anything too serious. "Clockwork!" Irrite exclaimed as he wobbled back up to his feet. The mask was the first thing that caught his attention, there should had been a dragon with it. Soon, Irrite dragged his attention to Clockwork, he sure was a nasty sight. Irrite shrugged and called it an achievement for first crash landing and scooped up the mask and glass eye.

Chuckling to himself, Irrite walked over to his dragon that was covering himself up. "You look fine, buddy," Irrite said as he patted Clockwork's arm. "Let's get you fixed up. I'm not much of a doctor but I can try getting your mask back on!" The young boy said cheerfully.

[Clockwork]

Clockwork worked his way back to his feet, eventualy untangling himself. He shook his head untill his reighns looped over his head and were now dragging the ground. He slammed his metal leg back to the ground, just to ensure himself it was still there. 

He lifted his front leg and ran his foot across the magled half of his face, it'd been years since it'd even been exposed to air. The cuts still ran deep and the teeth all the way back into his jaw were exposed. The gash that cost hi his eye ran through the empty socket, witch was now bleeding alittle due to the impact and the sudden yanking motion of the glass eye falling out. He snorted lightly and walked closer to Irrite. 

Just the fact that Irrite didn't care that his face was like somthing out of a horror story, told wonders of the boy. Children normaly wanted the prettiest dragon they could find, no scarring and no missing limbs. He was moved that Irrite didn't want to ditch him then and there. He nuzzled his face into Irrite's chest, his real eye closed in kind of an akward 'hug'. 

His eye opened and wondered to the mask the boy held in his hand. He moved his muzzle over to it, sniffing the inside. His eyes softening at what was etched inside... A heart, carved in by a young hand. 'get well soon' writen under the etched heart in sloppy child's writing. It warmed his heart to finaly see the mask himself... Warmed his heart, and hurt him. He then remembered, although Kenaya and and Agmarus may be dead and gone, he still had Irrite.

He backed up a step to alow Irrite to put the mask back on, trusting he'd eventualy get it on right.

[Irrite Furlong]

Sure the sight was nasty, but Venny's attempts on cooking was even nastier. Irrite flashed a friendly smile, as long as he had a friend, nothing about appearance really mattered. Was Clockwork bleeding? They would have to fix that soon. But what he didn't expect was a hug from the dragon. This was really heart felt, it really was! It almost reminded him when the last time he received a hug. It was way back with his parents, don't cry Irrite.

Taking a big breath, he reminded himself they would come back for him, Irrite patted Clockwork's head. Wait what was on the mask? Irrite flipped the mask over to see some writing, and a carving of a heart. Where did this- Irrite looked up at his dragon, looks like there was someone he missed too. Irrite gave a sad smile as he went ahead to place the glass eye back in as well as the mask. Good as new! "Let's go back home then, buddy. It's been a long day for both of us hasn't it?" He laughed in cheer. "Gotta hurry before Venny tries to kill us with her stew surprise!" He shouted as he got a running start.

[Clockwork]

Clockwork gave a light smile as irrite took off in a run... Humans were quite slow. Time to fix that. He threw his head back up, tumbling his reighns back over his head were they belong and began trotting behind Irrite. He lowered his head, forcing it between his legs and sending him tumbling onto his back. This would be a land mission, he'd give flying a bit of a break. 

Once properly in the saddle he'd take off in a run, eye set on his path this time.  The ground trembling beneath his feet as he ran at a speed compriable to that of a horse. His tail whiping along behind him. Trees and stick crunching and crumbling in their wake. 

He ducked his head, alowing him to get a longer stride and go even faster right as he reached the village. Weaving through people and even leaping over a cart full of gourds and skidding to a stop infront of their house. He laid down at the porch to let him off.