OXY.
The sudden appearance of a red hound creature, however, causes your previously calm demeanor. You explode into a sort of overly-chaotic response to her appearance, throwing your head up and half rearing. A stupid scream falls from yours lips, displaying to the world that you are nothing more than a skinny fool hidden within the frame of a Shire. Landing back on the ground, you throw her a suspicious glare before redirecting your attention to her crimson counterpart- a vaguely familiar unicorn that you can't exactly place.
Until he speaks.
“What the hell is it with you and bags?” you respond curtly, choosing to entirely ignore his question until you realize that he may be your only chance at salvation from this unforgiving terrain. “Is there some secret to finding the exit?” It's an almost coherent thought. You go with it.
As for your near-invisible black wisp of a companion, she is entirely interested in the hellhound that caused you such a surprise. Floating down towards him, she tries to whisk about his muzzle and tickle the whiskers that protrude from it. You are rather certain that she is just asking to be bit so, in the true fashion of a stallion that does not give one flying fuck about her health, you let her flap around her doom. Better for you if she gets destroyed, you imagine. She's littler more than a nuisance anyways.
@[d'Artagnan]
Please do not tag Oxy unless it is in an opening post