[Such disrespect! Fortunately for Solus, as Ox moved to a hover, he stirred awake, just in time to feel the drop. Granted, he's still wrapped up in his skirts, and even if he could have landed a bit better without his vision blocked, his hurt leg makes such a feat impossible. He does manage to twist himself before hitting the ground, almost landing on his feet, but with his injury that doesn't happen. Instead, he lands solidly on his back (better than his face), with a groan and grimace.
For a long moment, he just lays there, staring up at the sky while both his hip and back radiate pain. This is far from the trip he imagined, but he honestly should have known better. Just like mortals to be needlessly cruel like this. Ah well.
With another grunt, he pushes himself up to a sitting position, glancing over at Tyler and Ox with a solemn expression, before attempting to get to his feet. A task he does most gingerly. Besides the wince, and the strange gait, he otherwise doesn't attempt to bring attention to it as he approaches. He does nothing to hide his annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest, not caring at the moment to deal with his wind-tossed hair. The white of it peppering through the rich brown in messy waves.]
You've ought to keep that bird of yours under control—all of that was really unacceptable.
[He sounds more like a teacher scolding a child, than someone who almost got dropped to their death. Well, would-be death, if this world wasn't so...fucked.]
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For a long moment, he just lays there, staring up at the sky while both his hip and back radiate pain. This is far from the trip he imagined, but he honestly should have known better. Just like mortals to be needlessly cruel like this. Ah well.
With another grunt, he pushes himself up to a sitting position, glancing over at Tyler and Ox with a solemn expression, before attempting to get to his feet. A task he does most gingerly. Besides the wince, and the strange gait, he otherwise doesn't attempt to bring attention to it as he approaches. He does nothing to hide his annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest, not caring at the moment to deal with his wind-tossed hair. The white of it peppering through the rich brown in messy waves.]
You've ought to keep that bird of yours under control—all of that was really unacceptable.
[He sounds more like a teacher scolding a child, than someone who almost got dropped to their death. Well, would-be death, if this world wasn't so...fucked.]