['Not light' is the understatement of the century, Dylas would argue. If they could speak, he might mention that he's never been ridden before. But he can't, and he's thankful for that fact. Even with Atsushi helping him overcome some of his horse-related anxieties, the form he's in still brings back painful memories.
But a man like Reinhardt is worth braving those painful memories before.
Back when he was in this form, he was known as Thunderbolt—a fitting name for a horse as black as night with tufts of blue and grey. As he gallops, he looks every bit the part of a storm racing forward. Each step he takes is thunderous and strong, the sound loud enough to be heard above the gales he's fleeing from.
He'd also been described as 'fast as lightning', so it takes almost no time for him to get where he's headed. He's spurred forward by Reinhardt's trust in him, even if he doesn't know who he is. If he has to have a rider, he's glad it's one that handles him so respectfully and who clings tightly to him. When he gets close to the mobile home, he can't help it—he whinnies and stands on his hind legs. There's not enough force behind it to throw Reinhardt off, but it's a cry of victory he can't help getting caught up in. He'd never run like that before, not for real, and this time he wasn't confined to a single room in a set of ruins meant to be his grave.
When he lands back on all fours, he trots to the side of the RV where they're shielded from the wind. Once there, he lowers himself like before, this time to allow Reinhardt to dismount. Much to his own surprise, this hadn't been horrible, but he owes that to Reinhardt for believing in him. And he knows how ridiculous that would sound if he voiced it.]
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But a man like Reinhardt is worth braving those painful memories before.
Back when he was in this form, he was known as Thunderbolt—a fitting name for a horse as black as night with tufts of blue and grey. As he gallops, he looks every bit the part of a storm racing forward. Each step he takes is thunderous and strong, the sound loud enough to be heard above the gales he's fleeing from.
He'd also been described as 'fast as lightning', so it takes almost no time for him to get where he's headed. He's spurred forward by Reinhardt's trust in him, even if he doesn't know who he is. If he has to have a rider, he's glad it's one that handles him so respectfully and who clings tightly to him. When he gets close to the mobile home, he can't help it—he whinnies and stands on his hind legs. There's not enough force behind it to throw Reinhardt off, but it's a cry of victory he can't help getting caught up in. He'd never run like that before, not for real, and this time he wasn't confined to a single room in a set of ruins meant to be his grave.
When he lands back on all fours, he trots to the side of the RV where they're shielded from the wind. Once there, he lowers himself like before, this time to allow Reinhardt to dismount. Much to his own surprise, this hadn't been horrible, but he owes that to Reinhardt for believing in him. And he knows how ridiculous that would sound if he voiced it.]