The sun caused the shadows to stretch their long limbering branches out across the barren ground, the snow had in is own way started to dissipate with the warmth of the air. It was a bit of a desolate sort of scene, something that would make those with hearts beating on their chest instead of inside them rather solemnly happy, this included the rather gruesome scene of a stallion who made his way through the trees. Sikine's own offspring, the flesh and blood of him and a rather twisted flutter mare had grown to the age to leave his side not that he had particular interest in his sons. It was true that the son in his appearance was in his own way a bit of a disappointment he was weak, rather soft in heart. His daughter on the other hand was proving to be rather the sadist in her own way, mocking her brother's softer side. Either way both no longer needed his care or concern, the other was with his mother how he turned out was to her own device.
However, all of it wasn't enough there was more he needed if he was ever to one day see his own twisted plot come true that his heart full of hatred created in his dark world. It would take more than just a few kids to wish chaos into the soquili world he needed more or at least others who were like him . Their desire to see things suffer in pain, others who lurked in the shadows embracing despair, it would all take time. Flicking his tail before letting a hiss escape from his lips as his heart thumped against his chest, he continued to make his way through the forest looking for the scent of something, anything to ease his boredom before the night stretched across the sky.
