All of the ways. (Eris/open)

The black haired hellion sprawled himself wearily beneath the tree's shadow, curled for a quick twenty minute snooze. Still, the tension never vacated from his bod. He remained taut and aware, even as consciousness faded to the rear of his apex, no longer a priority. He was naturally wary, constantly concerned for his well being. Even in sleep. This made for consistent twitching and shivering all through his slumber, harks flicking to and fro at the slightest sound around him. He was alone in this new world, and while on your lonesome, he knew, you were at risk. Slobbering predators didn't cringe at the thought of taking on one lonely stallion, even if they had the might of an elephant. He, unfortunately, was the very epitome of an elephant. Massive and muscles, yet terrified by the teeniest mouse.

Soon, his twin tympanums twitched to the very audible noise of a voice. Soft and melodic, sending his eyelids squeezing tightly over his pink optics. Perhaps if he stayed silent, did not move, this strange creature would think him dead and continue on her way, paying no mind to the bizarrely placed corpse. Or maybe she would think him so weary he'd simply collapse, so lost in sleep she ought not disturb such a tired steed. And so, with those two options far from possible--unless the mare who'd found him was a plain idiot--he simply decided to stay as still as possible, hoping she'd been talking to some familiar rock and not him, or merely practicing her introductions.

Looking rather like an adorable foal--as much as a brute his size could--Dyness finally peeked open one eye as the silence continued, only to be met with the cerulean gaze of a unicorn. As quickly as he'd let it open, he clamped the hot pink occuli tightly shut, securing it from the sight of the dainty mare. With any luck, she hadn't seen. Doubtfully; as her eyes had been practically sewn into him, taking in his massive form with a startled stare. Sighing defeatedly, he upturned his bleached skull with wide, curious eyes. "Oh, erm," he spoke awkwardly, as though unsure how to act after ignoring her for so long. After a long moment ensuing that little stutter, he rose to all fours, surprised at how petite she was in comparison to his seventeen two hands. "Mademoiselle," Dyness smiled like a child playing dress up. "I'm Dyness. Which is short for Dynasty Glamor. But mother always said that was too much of a mouthful, poking fun at father for his foolish naming..." he babbled quickly, blinking shortly after as though he'd said too much.

Suddenly he scowled at her, straightening his serpentine to establish the entirety of his height. "First mare? So does that mean you can just walk up to anyone and wake them up, hm?" he snapped. Had his lip been curled into a snarling expression, or his eyebrows arched, the notion would have been intimidating. However, the pouting face he pulled was far too infant-like to give the tone of his voice a frightening boost.