He has been here many times searching the endless sands.  It is not to find someone he has lost, nor is it to lose himself.  He does not seek the wounded or diseased.  To take away their agony and suffering would be too much of a kindness.  No, here he finds those without purpose.  Lost in their own way but not yet to the sands.  He reaches for them, offering them salvation...

It is not what the mare he watches now offers.  No, it is much the opposite.  Instead of giving life, he takes it.  She walks between the injured and diseased, a life-giving angel, promising to heal their wounds, their sickness, if they so wish it.  The undead thing simply observes the gowned lady.  His twisted mind wonders just what a magic of hers would taste like.  His eyes glow a bright ember hue at the thoughts.  He could repair years of life's wear in one feeding.

His plan is that of trickery and deception.  A being of his appearance would surely steal her attention and so he simply slips from the shadows and onto the shoreline.  His gate is fumbled.  Short and jaunty.  In his acting he falls forward onto his knees not far from where she paces.  His eyes do not raise as he hears her hoofbeats nearing.  Neither do they raise when she offers her services.  Sir, would you like me to help you?  His lips twist into a devilish grin as he unleashes his own powers upon her.  The dark magic grips at her delicate throat, stealing her very breath.  It plunges into her chest as he now rises from the sands.  "Yes.  Yes I would," he replies with a dark musing.  His magic holds her still, wrapping its intangible claws around her heart.  He feels it beat ever weaker as he drains her life force, but she is strong.  It sends pulses of energy into him with each pump as she fights back.  Her magic feeding his as she tries to repair herself.  But he just drains it faster.  Decades of time erase from his body, renewing him to a much younger, fitter, former self.  She tastes just as sweet as he imagined she would.

He does not lose himself in his control.  He is calculating, cunning and conniving in his acts.  He sees this as an opportunity that he does not allow himself often enough.  A progeny is what he seeks now.  Her magics combined with his could make a formidable pairing.  An evil chuckle escapes his grotesque lips as he uses her in more mortal ways.  A carrier of his seed.  

When he is through with her, she collapses to the whitewash beach.  He circles above her like the vulture he is.  Watching as her eyes close before lowering his lips to her ears and whispers demonically, "I will be back for what is mine... See you soon Love."  His, nearly whole, body walks off and back to his homelands...