He really didn't expect a horse with a coat and mane that luxurious to be quite so fierce. Maybe he should have. Everything is an odd, bright color scheme and some species back home he knows are neon to indicate danger. Perhaps this whole planet was trying to tell him something in its eye-searing palette: Beware.

Since he'd woken up with his gun, it only made sense to fire upon the thing once he had a decent shot. It doesn't work. Honestly, it just seems to piss it off a lot. "Run," he tells whoever he happens to speed by also on the hunt. They'll see what he means with a terrifying whinny and harsh clomp of hooves into the earth sound not too far behind him suddenly.

"Run!" He shouts it this time. That thing is bullet-proof and really didn't appreciate Shun's attempt at taking its life. He doubts it will direct its anger indiscriminately. Hopefully, it gets tired and decides they're not worth the pursuit after a bit but he's not about to wait around to find out and is carrying himself as fast as his long legs will take him.

"I'll try it," he says, with whatever party happens to be loitering in this camp currently. The man's too tired and hungry to continue going back and forth on who should try it first and getting nowhere.

Without waiting, Shun takes the bag labeled 'edible' and attempts to pop it open. It's a bit more... chalky than he expects. Actually, it kind of has a similar effect to a bag of chips with too much air being burst and its contents going flying. Only this is weird, edible powder that gets puffed up into his face and he coughs.

Smooth. Well. At least it is supposed to be edible.

He reacts violently.

It's not that he means to but he's already frustrated, exhausted, and being asked strange questions while being gawked at like some kind of science project tips him into being kind of an asshole. They might be giving him information, sure, but it's still too overwhelming for him to be comfortable allowing himself to be poked and prodded.

Someone might hear him, incredulous, "How long is my- Why do you care? Stop touching me!" followed by a slap of skin against skin. They might also hear the thwump not so long after of a numbing agent taking effect and him unceremoniously flopping to the floor. When he gains functionality again, he's got a blanket draped loosely over his shoulders and looks wholly unimpressed still with everything.

"You can have it," he tells whoever he's presumably supposed to share the bed with.

(( ooc: if you have any other ideas or want to do something with Shun in Lunatia instead, feel free to hmu at puddingandpie or PM this journal!

also, I'll match format! ))