nysalogs | May/June Catchall

[ his mind is something of a haze right now. joke's on him for attempting to get a better understand of the perimeter — that includes the fyrra and its potential usage.

well, at least everything tastes better as of this moment. the place as a whole is somehow easier to navigate under these circumstances as well.

until he stumbles across an, uh... ]

...Unicorn.

[ it appears to be cautiously treading around the waters. tiredly, he approaches it. ]

The first of your kind I've seen here. You aren't a native, are you?

[Everyone has to come to Khalo eventually. And while Dylas has been slow in getting there, his curiosity has finally gotten the better of him, leading him to get there in the form that's easiest and fastest for him.

That his fastest form is a monster-sized unicorn with black fur, cloudy tufts, and red eyes isn't exactly his favorite thing about himself, but here we are.

He's come to a full stop when Reinhardtzar finds him. His stance is aggressive, legs spread wide and head low like he's about to gouge something out with his horn. Truthfully? He's about to transform back and he's chucked the bag containing his spare change of clothes into those bushes over there.

But now there's someone here.

And he can't do that.

He turns to look at Reinhardtzar, answering his question with a nod. Yes, he's not a...wait, he shakes his head. No, he's not a native. Wait. He nods his head. He is a native! Or at least that's what he wants this guy to think. He huffs through flared nostrils and then whinnies loudly, stabbing his horn in Reinhardtzar's direction in an attempt to scare him away so he can transform into a human and be embarrassed about his nakedness in peace.

But does his attempt work?]

...

[ this unicorn is uh, pretty confused it seems? there's a quirk of the brow. he approaches carefully, steps slow, a head canted. ]

Easy, there. No harm will be brought to you.

[ suddenly, he begins to undo his gauntlet — only to then slip it off his hand and allow it to drop the ground. ]

See? My weapons are down.

[ he normally wouldn't be this er, careless or recklessly inquisitive. inhibitions are low, however, so he has yet to stop in his approach. a hand reaches forward. ]

Why are you here?

[Crap! No! What kind of person doesn't back down from a unicorn waving a horn in their face? Dylas falters and drops into a lower stance, startled. He takes a cautious step back, giving the impression he's afraid. He's not. He just wants to get to the cloth bag in those bushes right there. He glances to the bushes briefly and then back at Reinhardt.

What is it with huge guys always finding him like this, anyways? First Reinhardt, and now...if he knew this guy's name, he'd be even more annoyed.

What is he reaching out for? Before Dylas can figure it out, there's a hand on his nose. 'Why are you here'? He huffs, almost like he's laughing, but he's still on guard. Because he wants this guy to leave. He can't answer that question, come on. He can't talk.]

[ someone who is high, probably. and a bit too bold for their own good. he happens to be both.

the unicorn huffs. a smirk plays along reinhardtzar's lips. ]

Throwing my own question back at me? Cheap. [ there's a shake of the head. how the fuck is this guy speaking horse, you may ask — call it intuition.

and a lot of fyrra induced imagination. a brow still raised, he reaches out...

to pat the unicorn on the head gently. ]

Try not to kill me, would you?

[What. Does this guy honestly think he speaks horse? And how the hell was he right? There's no way. Fantasies of stabbing this guy with his horn reemerge in Dylas' head, but they're just that. Wishful thinking. How could one big weird guy be such an obstacle to his plans?

He watches Reinhardtzar curiously. Everything from head to toe...his own intuition tells him that this guy is...well, huge and a little suspicious looking, but nothing else. Dylas is still taller. Going from six and a half feet tall to horse form means really packing on the pounds and the extra feet of height, so he's not intimidated.

Besides, Reinhardtzar has such gentle hands, and Dylas leans into the petting...wait, no. He's not doing this with a stranger. He whinnies and slaps the man's hand away with his nose before quickly trotting in a short circle, turning his back to Reinhardtzar and flicking his head to the side like only a tsundere would. "Idiot. I'm not here because of you."

Except, now his back and flank are completely exposed while he waits for this man to realize it's time to move on and find another unicorn to hassle. Surely, this is working.]

[ he can't believe this horse is a literal tsundere. god, he must be blitzed right now.

the rejection does not faze him. he brings a hand to his chin, pondering for a moment — surely he'll regret this after he's sobered up...god, he feels like a rookie soldier, eager for some thrill. this is the most childish thing he's done in a near decade.

well, who cares. his mind's ascended. ]

Oi.

[ he places a hand firmly onto the unicorn's side. ]

Stay still. I'm trying to mount.

[Oh, hell no.

'I'm trying to mount' are the last words he wants to hear from this guy. Why are these huge guys always the ones who want to ride him the most? He tenses from the tip of his horn to his tail, trying to figure out the best way to attack this guy...but what if he fights back?

Dylas grunts and slams his rear foot down, looking over his shoulder as he does so. He's aiming for Reinhardtzar's feet, but he can't see where he's aiming because...he's a horse...his vision doesn't work like that. He tries a second time and a third, whinnying loudly.

Don't even try it. There. That's not overdoing it.]

[ i don't even know where to start with that metatext so i won't.

this unicorn is now...stomping in place. alright. it manages to shove into his shin, to which he grunts in response to — however, with a spring step, he manages to hop up and essentially hang off of the poor horsey's side.

this is a challenge, alright. few creatures are taller than he is, but god this is—

the stupidest thing he has done in his astral-forsaken life. ]

[This is the worst thing that's ever happened to him. With Reinhardtzar successfully avoiding his carefully aimed and planned out attacks (his own opinion), Dylas is at a loss for what to do. There's a massive weight hanging off his side that makes it difficult for him to buck, and if he puts too much effort into it this guy will crack his head on the ground or something.

He turns his head over his shoulder and exhales, nostrils flaring, so forcefully that gusts of air a blown right into Reinhardtzar's face. Dylas, as a horse, is giving his best "bitch get off or I'm going to throw you" expression followed by an aggressive nicker and an angry shake of his head.

But that's also about a good thirty seconds where he's not doing anything, so mounting him might be easier. Unfortunately.]

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