The buckskin mare with the dual horns seems less than pleased with being confronted by her doppelganger, and Oizys can completely understand her outrage. She would be pissed as hell if somebody stole her appearance, not least because they could do all sorts of evil shit with her new magic - if she's going to get in trouble for murder or general bad behaviour, she wants to be the one who actually gets to do it. "You should blow him up," she suggests to the real Shida, narrowing her eyes at the copycat. Of course, her own magic means she adopts the appearances of others, but due to needing to drink their blood, they usually have the good decency to be dead first. Besides, they're only beasts - this guy is stealing real people's identities.

Her gaze darts between the two handsome unicorn stallions beside her, noticing how beautifully broody they both are. The strong silent type, perhaps? Right up the filly's street. She may be young, but she's still allowed to look, even if looking is all she can do for another year. For a moment she imagines the body-stealer taking her appearance and using it to engage in such carnal activities, and the thought sends an odd shudder down her spine. That would be a gross violation of her body, and she rather thinks she'd rip his eyeballs out and feed them to him if she ever found out he'd done such a thing. It seems that the original mare that he's copied is tempted to do just that, and Oizys is fully on her side. The body-stealer is utterly shameless, though, and the yearling flicks her ears backwards slightly.

An idea occurs to her, then, the tiniest creeping of a notion that makes her chuckle slightly with the vulgarity of it. "Say, copycat, question for you," she says, stopping off from her exertions for a minute to eyeball him. "What would happen if some virile man with balls like coconuts shagged you whilst you were in a mare's body? Would you get all the feels, and more importantly, what would happen if you ended up pregnant?" She flashes a wolfish grin. "Not recommending it, obviously. It'd be a disgusting violation of whoever's appearance you were stealing, but you never know, you might one day decide you want to hop on board the pork train for a change." She winks her cold grey eyes, chortling silently at her own vulgarity, whilst Ker shudders at the image and hides her head under her wing.