The arrival of newcomers was caught by the demon, a bland taste of interest surging upon his palate. He tilted a head too refined for his neck, heterochromatic gaze drifting through trees to seek out some explanation for the disturbance of his empty kingdom. While it was true that our child had sought subjects for his realm, the realization of their emergence from what had before been mere imagination ignited within him a strange well of disenchantment and anxiety. He snaps at his companion - "Be still!" - a pointless command, for in the absence of his desires, the illusion automatically maintained stasis, even falling behind the heels of its maker. That he should not feel anger at a myth of his own creation was an idea oblivious to the mahogany devil's mind; perhaps if he put more thought into it, he would stumble upon the irrationality of his shallow emotions; but the anger was short lived, quickly diminishing once more into disinterested obscurity. Grey companion flickered in the loss of its creator's love, false figure losing stability and quickly reforming, although this time it had adapted to bear a blaze not unlike that on Belial. The colt stood firm against the onslaught of its friend's new form, eying the apparition from his position as its lead, remarking "You look better like this," with naught but friendship in his voice. He had no time to further praise his creation, however, for at last the far off footsteps evolved into heartbeats, an ashen figure at last emerging from charred boughs.

He stared at the greater unicorn, and felt some twinge of a forgotten memory, a hint of familiarity in the power of his stride, the blue of his gaze, the scent that hovered uniquely about him, a shroud of lineage and whispered history. It recalled to his mind memories of his dam, her own ivory whispers of family ties and descendants of greatness. The demon watched his accuser's approach, the way this behemoth strode through the woods as their master and defender, when it had been he who discovered them, at least for this moment. Eyes latch upon his own, childish stare engulfing the monster with intense response. He felt a surge of wild instability, a sudden and cruel desire for some outcry, some sign of recognition granted by the shade of memories, even anger at his trespass within the woods. Instead, the grating vocals of the beast crash against youthful intention and eager desire for affection and inclusion; he replied with still unbroken chords, "To know."

Yet the conflict of sundered family was not one to remain exclusive, for the arrival of blackened limbs and hollow heart offers an intrusion upon their ill met dance of ideals. The child had not noticed this one's approach, so taken had his mind become with the burnt and ashy titan who first commanded his purpose; he was taken aback by its sudden proximity, forced into a tense stillness even as it neared him. There was no true fear beneath the surprised mind, for the colt did not know fear, only a dull curiosity and expectant dread. That the brute should pass him by so easily cast some amount of displeasure across his heart; what was it that the monster found so incredibly disinteresting? He followed it in silence, gaze pursuing the black unicorn's motions; and as it reached out for his illusion, he scowled, a quick and near indiscernible expression followed by the grey companion's abrupt rear, whinny, and disappearance into the stagnant air.