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[wanderwonder]

Characters: Olinda and you!
Open? Yep!
Where: The Two-Faced Forest
When: The 18th of Rebirth's Height, day
What: Olinda be unicorning it up.
Warnings: None.

[ Far from the calamities of spinning wheels and sleeping prince(sses), there's a unicorn foraging in the Two-Faced Forest. The bag Kori had gifted her hangs loosely around her neck.

Bother her, y/n? ]

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[wheresmycoffee]

[[if someone had suggested that Hawk was looking in the woods for his drunkard mother, he would deny it. But that was exactly what he was doing under the guise of looking for wood to use for a dagger. Or something.

...hadn't expected to see a horse there. Though he should have expected the horn. He had been the one bitching about the world running on unicorn farts after all...

He goes still, watching it for a while, idly wondering if unicorns would react just a badly to him as regular horses.]]

[wanderwonder]

[ She lifts her head to look at him and the surroundings. He was alone. He appears unarmed, and he's far away enough that she could bolt if he acted suspiciously.

Though the locals of Schwanheim aren't nearly close to the danger level of those back home, and she assumes he is one of them, Sundrop keeps her attention on the man, waiting for him to continue on. ]

[wheresmycoffee]

[[Hawk was always armed, just with a dagger that was well hidden. But it'd be pretty stupid to pull it out on something just standing there that he couldn't eat.

At least he assumed you wouldn't eat a damned unicorn. Probably had glitter running through its veins or some crap like that.

Well, it hadn't bolted or reared, that was a good start. Between that whole "wolf spirit" bullshit, the so called "blessing" of the werewolf god and his son the werewolf, there was enough wolf smell or aura or whatever to send most horses into a panic that took way too long to calm down.

So now what. Staring a horned horse wasn't exactly productive. Or interesting. And it wasn't like his drunk ass mother was a virgin that this thing could help him find.

Yep. Staring a horse.]]

[wanderwonder]

[ SUPER ULTRA MEGA STARE DOWN




Gosh why wasn't he leaving??

Her lion-like tail flicks restlessly. The surface of a half-dug up tuber beckons to her stomach.

Finally, ] Why do you stare?

[wheresmycoffee]

[[... unicorns can talk. All right, he'd seen weirder things, whatever.]]

You didn't run.

[[and you're a fucking unicorn.]]

[wanderwonder]

[ Oh. Well. ]

Have I a reason to?

[ In her world, yes, she did. Here? Apparently not. Hopefully... ]

[wheresmycoffee]

Most horses want to kick me in the face and get the hell away from me so I kinda figured that'd carry over, horn or no horn.

[wanderwonder]

[ --horses.

She snorts. ]

Our horns aren't the only thing that separates us from horses.

[wheresmycoffee]

Like I know shit about unicorns. You guys don't e-- [[a pause. Werewolves. Vampires. Talking shadows. Shape shifters. Why the hell not unicorns too?]] If you guys exist back home I never saw any of you. [[shrugs]]

[wanderwonder]

[ "Back home."

Her guard goes up immediately. ]

We keep to ourselves, yes.

Who are you?

[wheresmycoffee]

Hawk.

And all you mystical types do. [[shrugs]] Still saw far more than I ever wanted to with all that bullshit.

[wanderwonder]

What are you, Hawk?

[ ARE YOU A THREAT

not that any self-respecting threat would give themselves away

BUT he separated himself from "mystical types", and she is curious about the difference between those and Others. ]

[wheresmycoffee]

Batman. [[Deadpan sarcasm]] Or Wolfman. "The wolf who walks like a man" if you listen to crazy ass werewolves. [[half sighs]]

[wanderwonder]

[ The humor is sadly lost on her, but her ears perk up at his clarification. ]

You are normally a wolf, then? [ A wolf who turned into a man, as opposed to a man who turned into a wolf, like Reilanin... (Woman, in that case.) ]

As I realize I got the title wrong, but then realize Hawk doesn't care and would fuck it up :D

[wheresmycoffee]

Nope. Always a man. But somehow, I apparently have more of a wolf's spirit or some bullshit than werewolves. [[a shrug]] Don't ask me what any of it means.

go hawk

[wanderwonder]

[ Darn, he's quick! She'd opened her mouth to ask exactly what that meant. ]

That is odd. I have never met an Other that held the spirit of another but was not at least partially of it, too.

[ Pause. ]

You speak casually of werewolves. Are they not feared in your world?

[wheresmycoffee]

Of course they are. [[said in the tone that implied that people who were afraid of them were idiots. Because they were.]]

Is prose okay?

[brosif]

[How is Sif here and at the palace? Don't worry about it, look over there.]

She’s never hunted a unicorn. Not for any moral obligations, but for the simple fact that they are a difficult beast to find and an unimpressive kill to make. So she is curious, to say the very least, when she comes across the creature so openly in the wild.

“I didn’t know we had any of you,” she murmers.

[wanderwonder]

[ Sundrop can be pretty dense, but not even she could miss the derisiveness in his tone. ]

You do not approve?

yep!

[wanderwonder]

Now this, this is someone who kills. Of what, Sundrop couldn't know, but she's wary and it shows in the way her eyes and ears are focused on the Asgardian warrior.

"And now that you do?" she asks, the language a richer, thicker tone in her throat.

[brosif]

“I wonder about your horn,” she says, honestly. “The same way that I might wonder about the feathers and teeth and claws of other impossible creatures.”

[wanderwonder]

Of course, the horn. The primary reason unicorns were hunted in her world. It's unfair to judge everyone else by those standards, but it's difficult to refrain.

"Are there any stories about it in your home?"

... Maybe. Maybe alicorns aren't as valuable here, or desired. It's a sudden and bizarre concept to her, though it would explain why unicorns were seen as nuisances rather than marks in Schwanheim.

[brosif]

“I’ve heard that ground up, it can cure a variety of ailments.” Her own hand is splintered, healing from a fracture. She shrugs.

“Then again, I’ve heard my own bones will do the same. And that I make wheat grow and keep watch over the hearth. All stories by people who do not live long.”

[wanderwonder]

She tilts her head a fraction, as if trying to reconcile the armored woman in front of her with one who managed the home.

"You do not seem the type."

[brosif]

"And you do not seem to speak only with virgins," Sif said, moving in a bit closer. Curiosity overrode caution. "Unless I have gone a thousand years back in time without realizing it."