Sanguis had taken time from fashioning his temple to continue his hunt. All over Faetasia the blood god traveled, pausing now and then to drop in unexpectedly on various deities, while other times he simply poked and played with the various mortals that crossed his path. Sometimes he drank from them, similar to the vampires, just to enjoy the feeling; other times he spilled their blood entirely just to set it free upon the world, or to encourage it back to his temple.
His presence wasn't always known, of course. Sometimes he simply wandered by, an unknown face, to a world who had all but forgotten his name. Other times he watched, curiously, to find out what was happening in this current time, and to sort through the millennia of information that he now knew since his awakening.
He did as he pleased, when he pleased.
However, no matter his distractions or interests, Sanguis had not forgotten his first goal: Umbra.
The angelique had not been at his temple upon waking, and in fact, all his knights seemed scattered or nothing more than dust on the wind. While he could readily find new knights, or seek out those that remained, there was one that he wished to find personally. So it was, he sought out the others trail, though it was ancient and difficult; tracking where blood had spilled so long ago was never an easy task.
This day was no different.
Sanguis drifted along, leaving a temporary trail of blood in his wake. Something had caught his attention, but it was not Umbra. Who it was was a mystery yet -- as many upon the world were for the old god. Still, there was something familiar, in a way -- something that drew him. So it was, like a ghost drifting through the night, the blood god trailed after Yojimbo.