Θuija
They were right to be weary. Nothing of him would make anyone feel immediately at ease. The stillness of his movements, the blood red of his eyes, the slight cackle with each breath. It was all a skilled trade he had mastered over the years. Perfected and exercised. It put on edge many, time and time again. He had no ill mannered intentions... Not this time.
That is until another is approaching with judgemental words. He hadn't been able to introduce himself or propose his offer before the other joined. Another curious creature who smelled of brine. His eyes turned to meet hers as he stepped forward cutting off her path to join them. His frame was tall and lean. Lacking of feathers or horns. The usual grin on his lips flattened as he addressed her, "Well hello to you too." The red of his eyes burning brighter now. "I was about to offer these two lovely ladies a place to stay until you so rudely interrupted," his words dripped of venom. Eyes narrowed in discontent at the mare, briefly.
With a sudden twist of his head he looked back to mares he had happened upon. Ignoring the comments of the half horse. A slick smile now forming as his eyes scanned the moon lit mare. She seemed a tad uneasy but settled somewhat. Then a glance to the horned mare, who seemed a bit more suspicious. Now turning his front end to greet them head on, his back completely turned to the winged one. If she should do anything hostile at least his more powerful end was present. "So sorry. I am Ouija. You both look as though you could use a place to call home, yes?" He questions them but has assumed he is correct. Why else would anyone be here in the field. With his attention focused on the two mares he only briefly tips an ear to the intruder. He figures she wasn't one to be ignored...for long.
Wanna play a game?