Weeks later

By this point the Beast would have almost enough Broodmothers, to start spreading beyond this forest - his roots currently having been spread across the forest, almost entirely encompassing it in his tentacles, each branch or tree having one on them - and into other areas of the lands - as many other fools had followed him into this forest and had been captured and seeded. The tentacles acting as his senses to keep note on everything that entered into the forest.

Although, still he would need a few more - before there would be enough to keep a well-enough quota to expand beyond this hidden oasis. As such it was, he'd almost by luck he'd get his chance. As namely some of his vines would pick up ten males entering the forest - the Beast was notified almost immediately, by the group who entered the forest, well armored and clearly much smarter than the willing seed carriers he had around him. . Although these ones were, better armed and armored as well.

Thus, he'd have to use something he rarely did yet what his kind was known for - their cunning. Since compared to the young and sexually open ones here, who were lured by simple pleasure and then later taken away without resistance. These ten 'knights', seemed smarter yet still vunerable to their basic instinct. As such, the Beast would need to play it smart or risk getting caught. But, there would come many opportunities for that.

At the current moment, the ten knights seemed to be setting up camp - in that regard, the Beast would need to wait until they had their weak human meat rods out before striking. He waited for the knights to simply set up camp, darkness helping cover his tracks. But, the flames would prove to be quite the challenge for him. His tentacles clinging close to the shadows of the trees.

The Beast was patient waiting for the flames to die down, to slowly move a tentacle in to begin taking their supplies or small pieces of equipment away. To weaken their morale and defenses, before finally among the height of the stress hitting them with the sweet pheromone of passion. The stress and tension of the situation hopefully causing them to lay with one another for some hope of relief. If not, he could always pick them off one by one.