His spies hadn't disappointed him and nor had the spirits. Those of a malicious nature had whispered to him and had brought to him, rumours of an arrival of considerable interest to him. Initially he hadn't believed it and had cast such words aside - until the voices had become considerably more persistant. They were adamant that the arrival was true and that his blood had indeed been passed on. Such was his curiosity that he had sent his most treasured spies to confirm such an announcement, it had taken them a number of days to reach their destination and yet...when they returned they came bearing news.
He was a grandfather.
This did of course cause a number of issues for the dark stallion, his entire plan revolved around the corruption of young children. His army consisted primarily of young adults, clinging to his sides for support and direction. However, while his grandchildren remained in the presence of their father, it was unlikely that he could encourage and beckon them into his embrace. Alas, it was unfortunate and a little disappointing but he was never one to give up based on a minor complication.
At present his 'son' remained between himself and his grandchildren; children that would provide him with the opportunity to make something decent. He would admit that his failure to reclaim his son at birth was a mistake, that if he had found Azumoth long ago then his pawn would have been truly his... Ah but the fates always had to place at least one obstacle in a creature's way.
Kiyoshi paced back and forth as he sank into the depths of his mind. The tendrils seeping from his sides coiled lazily around his legs and every now and again his ethereal wings gave a ruffle. It was unlikely that he would manage to penetrate the forest with unseasoned warriors - in a few more years his army would be decent but for now... Unfortunately he had to make a choice and this choice relied heavily on timing and his uncanny ability to manipulate and crush his victims' minds.
He was going to have to destroy his grandchildren...and then rebuild them.
This strategy required him to be very 'careful' in regards to how he approached the situation though. He would have to ensure that these children could not link back to him before they were ready. In essence, his army couldn't be involved and as such he would require the assistant of external allies. The problem with this was that he required competant allies and they didn't really appear in the Kawani lands often.
"Demi," flicking his glowing gaze towards the ferns, he took note of the mouse hiding beneath them and narrowed his eyes. "I have another task for you."
"Yes, master?" scurrying from his hiding place, the mouse woave his way up the back of the stallion and perched near his shoulder; ears twitching in anticipation and paws clasped.
"Your directive is to locate a mercenary."
"Sir?"
"A competant one...one that is not adverse to murder."
For a few moments the ears of the mouse pinned back, but after quiet consideration the rodent gave a nod. His master would sustain him, his master knew what he was doing and thus the rodent would survive...even as he walked through questionnable territory. This in mind, the mouse released a small squeak and darted into the shadows.
