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...

He watches in amusement as the large bay begins to posture himself in such a protective manner.  The undead things shoulder rolls in a sort of shrug at Jacks question, "Just enjoying a fine summer day."  The shadows stretch lazily from his frame as he stands near them.  "That you did," he answers, "Just as I promised to return."  His stance has remained unchanged even as the other moves closer towards the boy.

His expression peaks with interest at the whereabouts of his daughter and the children's mother.  "Isn't that just the sweetest thing," his tone mildly fake yet slightly amused.  His gaze shifts from Jack to his son only briefly before adding, "Care if I join?  Wouldn't it be nice for the three of us to spend some quality time together... Jack."  He smiles the most cunning of smiles as he awaits a reply...

A shame indeed, he thinks with a sly grin.

He watches as Jack begins to gather apples and speaks of their impending leave.  "Going so soon?" He prys, before looking to his son with his ember eyes.  "I've been... around," he is vague on the details figuring neither Jack nor the child had the stomach for the truth.  He moves to curl around the pair, his eyes narrowing on Jack. 

His ears flicker to hear the colt's answer. "Ya Vic, what would you say to spending some time with your dear ole Dad?"  He lowers his face to the boy's height, "We are a lot alike, you and I."  The glow of his eyes matching that of Evictions.  Tendrils of smoke rise from the opening throughout his body as his bodies heat intensifies.  "I've got something to show you," the demonic grin curls his lip once again as he looks up to Jack, motioning the colt to watch.

His magic stretches from him.  It is not the shadows this time, nor is it his health transference.  It is his first magic, the one he had been cursed with since birth.  The sickness spreads, shriveling the apples Jack gathered.  Their shiny exterior turns muddy brown, their crisp interior turning to mush.  He chuckles softly as the sickness begins to spread around them...

The reaction he receives is quite satisfying.  Anger, as hot as the flame, burns within the large bay.  He wasn't sure Jack had it in him and yet here it was.  

The stallion speaks of the death that begins to wrap around them.  The grin on his face grows when Jack lashes out, his own ears perking forward in amusement.  "Because Jack, I am the Chosen to harbor such a curse... Be glad it is not you," his head rises proudly, stepping nearer to Jack.  "Fore without the darkness, you would not know the light.  Without sadness you would not know joy.  Without evil, you would not know good,"  he says in a maliced whisper before simply turning to walk off into the shadows for which he came...