Zain
Could it have been sheer luck the undead creature has found his spawn here in the orchard? Perhaps, but unlikely. He was a thing of the shadows. Coming and going as frivolously as the smoke-like figures that stretched from his body now. How they have come to be he is unsure, but surely it is another advancement of his magics.
His eyes are dimmed as he watches them patiently from the cover of the darkness. It is only when they speak of leaving that he moves forward, revealing himself in minimal ways at first. The ever-increasing glow of his eyes. The stretching shadows that dance around him. The well-timed crack of twig. These were all omens to his arrival.
"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" His voice creeps from the cloaking trees along with his body. The focus remains on the bay stallion as he approaches before stopping very near his son. "So good to see you alive and well Jack. It's been too long," he chaffs. It is then that he bends his neck to reach his muzzle to brush along the child's skull-like face. "My son. How have you been? Looks like Jack here is taking good care of you." His face lifts again and looks to Jack, "But where, I wonder, are the other two?" His glowing eyes would roll in a pondering expression, if capable.
With another step forwards he brushes past his progeny to stand closer to the large bay. "I do hope they are alright," a devious grin curls his grotesque lip as if insinuating something bad has happened to them...
@Jack in the Box
Possesses health transference
and may steal your health.