Rajanish
He’s restless, because Pangea is quiet, and the land being in him has made him sick. The sickness isn’t unwelcome, just something he will endure untill it passes, but the land is still empty, and there’s hardly any visitors.
The cremello filly could fly, and for that, she wasn’t such a good sacrifice for this land. She might be a test subject; but he needed more than her, more than one. Infectuous diseases weren’t something one could test on a single filly.
Besides - there were other needs to attend to. As a child, he’d never much thought of it. But in Sylva, there had been stallions covering mares and even if the mares didn’t always like it, there must be some fun in that. He was too young then. Now it’s something that crosses his mind more often. Perhaps a seasonal thing; it was fall now and it occurred to him that way back then, these things also usually happened in fall.
Why, who was he not to give in to nature?
His own nature, however, is more than just that. He was born a shadow, had lost most colour of himself to being slightly see-through over time, and had now earned a beautiful gift that let him toy with nature, but only on those who were already carrying some kind of illness. Sometimes coughs and minor headaches however, did not really show. Sometimes one carried a pathogen without their knowledge, weren’t really sick, or going to be - unless he intervened.
Wasn’t nature just a beautiful thing?
The cremello filly could fly, and for that, she wasn’t such a good sacrifice for this land. She might be a test subject; but he needed more than her, more than one. Infectuous diseases weren’t something one could test on a single filly.
Besides - there were other needs to attend to. As a child, he’d never much thought of it. But in Sylva, there had been stallions covering mares and even if the mares didn’t always like it, there must be some fun in that. He was too young then. Now it’s something that crosses his mind more often. Perhaps a seasonal thing; it was fall now and it occurred to him that way back then, these things also usually happened in fall.
Why, who was he not to give in to nature?
His own nature, however, is more than just that. He was born a shadow, had lost most colour of himself to being slightly see-through over time, and had now earned a beautiful gift that let him toy with nature, but only on those who were already carrying some kind of illness. Sometimes coughs and minor headaches however, did not really show. Sometimes one carried a pathogen without their knowledge, weren’t really sick, or going to be - unless he intervened.
Wasn’t nature just a beautiful thing?
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break.
No voice to cry out suffering.
No voice to cry out suffering.
@[Titanica
Fyi for him to use his disease acceleration, she needs to either already be sick or yuo can give me permission to use it on a virus she might be carrying but isn’t (otherwise) really sick from.