Oaks
OAKS
you look well suited
like you came to win
Death, he knows all too well, is one of the constant permanents in life. Oaks is an unwilling friend of that reality, burdened by the magic in his blood to bear witness to the expiry of many lives.
Even when having been given the temporary gift to slow the approach of such loss, Oaks remains persistently driven to seek out some form of control. Zain had tried to help him, but those lessons had only brought more confusion to the spotted stallion. They had at least discovered, somewhat, that Oaks’ power only affected unhealthy lifeforms. And yet, thanks to the fairies’ minor blessing from his last Mountain visit, the subjects of some of their experiments had not perished quite as rapidly as usual.
This had left the child-minded Oaks rather perplexed. It was enough of a change to leave him craving more – more power over this ability, a more concentrated grasp of what he’s always perceived as a curse. While unaware that it had been the fairies who had given him that brief glimpse of disease suppression (because he is still a woefully oblivious thing), he has not given up hope that he may be granted a better grasp of his magic.
So he returns again. The path is familiar by now and he finds himself in the same place as both times before. The vague, subtle thrum of magic seems natural to him this time; the way the wind weaves among the stony hills is reminiscent of childhood daydreams. Eyes wandering over the somewhat recognizable features of his rocky surroundings, he waits silently once more.
@Officials
Oaks has returned to try again to have his 1-space Disease Acceleration upgraded to 3-space Disease Manipulation
Previous attempts: Here & Here