Iseulith’s hair had been blown from its binding at the sudden down rush of air and wound around his face and shoulders billowing haphazardly along with the smooth panels of fabric clothing his form. He laughed unabashed as the wind elemental displayed a portion of his true power with a winding gust of compressed air that spiraled around him like a cocoon as he transformed into a bird of prey. The vampire clasped his hands together, his laughter was both beautiful and terrifying as he watched the man now hawk gleefully, his giant cobras cowering behind him at all of the commotion and in fact the sight of truly the only thing that scared them more than their master. Despite their larger size comparatively, the familiars had been only snakes before their transformation after all and their dormant instincts flared into high alert. The vampire didn’t care, paid them no mind at all as he watched Cersie vanish through a whirlwind of papers and books which fell gracelessly to the floor in great heaps once he was gone.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Iseulith stared up through the open skylight to the swirling clouds forming over head. Lightning cracked and thunder rolled before a heavy rain began to fall. Iseulith quickly sealed up the hole in his portal, knitting the pliant fabric of his universe back together so that the rain would no longer fall into his office space. Once that was taken care of he threw himself trough the door and down the winding flight of stairs. Utaa and Cixathe raced behind him as he ran … like the wind, he thought with a wild smirk. Just seeing the elemental transform with such grace had moved him inexorably. He couldn’t explain the feeling, did not care to in fact, he just wanted to feel. He had been so distracted by keeping the man with him that he had not taken any time to enjoy his new found liberation, or perhaps it was shackles he was feeling for the first time in hundreds of years. Shackles that bound them together through shared blood.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Iseulith bounded down the stairs jumping quite a few as he made for the door. He grabbed the handle releasing the seal on the door and connecting himself with the true world and threw it open to run down the small set of stairs and into the rain and the wind. He did not care that he was still currently wearing his revealing mage attire or that he was laughing without restraint with his fangs available for the whole street to see. He didn’t care about anything in that moment other than the raw elemental power rushing through him. He couldn’t fly, but he wished he could. To soar against the currents of a storm must truly be the most amazing thing one could ever experience. To think that he had considered trapping Cersie … it seemed like madness now, despite him having found it a perfectly agreeable measure just a few short moments earlier. Utaa and Cixathe slipped down the stairs in their Human form and Utaa ran up to his master with a dark black cloak. Iseulith looked at his boys, his eyes sparkling with charm and the rain that pelted his face. “No. I think that I am quite enjoying the rain tonight. For some reason, I’m seeing it differently now.” He dismissed the boy with a wave and the familiar backed off slipping into the shadows with his brother, the cloak left forgotten by all on the cobbled sidewalk next to his wide open door.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The vampire was unsure of how long his new perspective would last. Often it was normal to experience the sharper emotions left in a victims blood. Memories that were attached strong enough to leave behind an echo. The elemental’s were all full of pure delight in the destruction he caused when sweeping storms over the land and sea, sinking vessels and tearing buildings from their very foundations. Iseulith could commit no such atrocities with the borrowed power. Instead it brought him something different. He could feel the air as it moved over ever surface. Could control the moving particles of water that existed in the atmosphere around him, condensing it into droplets or a puppeted mist similar to his non-corporeal form. He could control the positive and negative charge of ions creating all manner of electrical anomalies at his finger tips. What Cersie could do on the macro level he was able to manipulate on the micro level. This power was much more than just life or the essence of destruction… It was a key to the future of his mastery over magic.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The vampire bitterly locked himself into his coffin every day and each night he went out through a new and largely permanent portal on his roof to practice his control over the small intricacies of Cersie’s blood magic within him. Each day he could feel it fade slightly as his lacuna absorbed the blood, sucking away his resolve and his will to toy with it further. He did not wish to use it all before Cersie’s return but the vampiric curse would surely devour whatever was left in a matter of days. He had lost track of how long the man had been gone. This blood made him reckless and forgetful of simple things if he was not focused at all times. He grew frustrated at his lack of information on the subject of elemental’s and sought to find someone who might be able if not entirely willing to assist him.<br/><br/><br/><br/>It took five days for Utaa and Cixathe to return to him from their hunt and as soon as the boys entered through the front door he was upon them with a horrible hiss. He snatched up Cixathe by the throat and shook him violently just as the door slammed shut, sealing them all inside. “svaklar tepoha wux coanwor! klaena vrak, si relgra’ekess wux jiil keari ghoros jaka!”<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/><br/><br/>The boy dangled in mid air, choking and gasping for air and clawing wildly at his throat as his master mused about crushing his neck entirely. He would have liked to snap him like a twig but regained some measure of control over himself as Utaa laid a soft hand against his offending arm. He released Cixathe to crumple into a heap of black uniform clad scrawny limbs at his feet and hissed angrily before walking towards the fireplace and looking back at the two. Utaa was busy helping his brother from the floor and Cixathe met him with a heated stare. Iseulith pressed his forefinger and his thumb to the bridge of his much too perfectly straight nose and sighed softly, “You two are going to be the death of me, truly.” He dropped onto the soft velvet couch and beckoned his familiars to him. Both approached as though he hadn’t just attempted to kill one of them, though they both wore reservations on their face. The ancient smiled gently to them, “Do not be scared my loves, you know I would never truly harm you, not in the way it matters at least. You know you were wrong to disobey me, correct?” He waited half a second for their nods of agreement before continuing, “I will have to punish you both for this in time, but for now I have a message that I need delivered immediately.” He slipped a manicured hand into his breast pocket to produce a small black orb no larger than a quail egg and handed it to Utaa, the more responsible of the two.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“Take this message to Venrya of the Blackthorn and have her meet me by the docks tomorrow at midnight. I have a favor to ask of her.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>Iseulith then turned to Cixathe and pulled him in close, resting his hands on both of the lad’s hips as he looked deep into those bright amber eyes, “I need for you to procure me a special gift indeed.” He smiled wickedly at the darker of the two twins, “You remember the favor I asked of you in order to seize this house? Well, I need you to provide me a repeat performance.” Cixathe’s featured twisted into a beautiful but frightening grin of delight, much like Iseulith’s own but without the span of endless time behind it. He nodded his head and leaned in to nuzzle his master affectionately before pulling away. Utaa had already disappeared through the door which had unlocked for him at the initiation of his task but Cixathe was beckoned to a drawing room table with a series of illustrated pages torn from various books all laid out on its surface.<br/><br/><br/><br/>“I would like one like this. Find it for me my sweet child, find it and prepare it. We will be spending a great deal of time inside.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>The familiar took the page pointed to and stuffed it into his pocket before fleeing through the same door as his brother only moments prior, only more than happy to be back outside so soon after arriving to his understandably disagreeable master. Both of the boys would take the shadow horses he had produced for them, galloping so swiftly and with so little sound that none would even see them pass as more than a dark blur and a gust of wind from the the wake that trailed behind. It was simply a matter of playing the waiting game for the vampire now. He did not surface on his rooftop retreat anymore. The blood was drying up within him already. It was normal for him to require a true feeding again in roughly a weeks time but he had been very active over the course of the past few days and it had exhausted his reserves quite a bit faster than he would have liked. The vampire was one to learn from his mistakes however and would play more carefully with his newly acquired abilities. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as he touched gently against the tether of the bloodlink that connected him to his new pet. He could only feel Cersie’s presence when he was in human form he figured as every time he felt for him he was not always there. Even now that he could feel the faint tug on his spell now, it was clear that the elemental was so far away still. He had faith in his plans however, and if Cersie did not come back to him of his own accord the seal would surely do the trick. Whatever the means, the vampire was not above it.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Iseulith spent most of his time reflecting in his cramped office chamber pouring over ancient arcane tomes and magical scrolls until it was time for him to rest again during the day. He refused to go out to feed, unwilling to dilute the powerful blood with anything other than what he needed to continue his research. In order for that to happen, he needed the lovely creature returned to him.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Seven days had passed and the moment that Cersie landed upon his doorstep he knew exactly whom it was. He could feel his approach from miles away due to the bloodlink. The door swung open with a groan on its now rusted hinges revealing the dark interior of the massive entrance hall. Things were for the most part as they had been before but an eerie quality had settled over the entire interior of the pocket dimension. The candles that normally burned and cast their soft light through the inner castle were all extinguished making it difficult to see ones way. The sound of another set of squeaky door hinges issued from upstairs and a soft light glowed from the other side. As one would walk through each open door another would open just out of sight, guided by that flickering light as the one left behind closed with a click.<br/><br/><br/><br/>The last door opened into a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.cgarchitect.com%2Fcontent%2Fportfolioitems%2F2015%2F01%2F108516%2F0026_large.jpg&amp;hash=d1d100f611373d7007ed575302029daf" href="http://www.cgarchitect.com/content/portfolioitems/2015/01/108516/0026_large.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">huge parlor</a>full of cozy cushioned chairs and couches. The walls were painted a hazy shell white with ornate gold embellishments throughout. The tall ceiling was cast in filigreed gold as well, depicting a great battle scene of vampires against the witches of old. One of the great supernatural wars. Deep in the dimly lit room upon one of the lounges sat Iseulith himself, though he did not sound like himself at first, “Ah… my pet. You have returned to me, I knew you would.” He lifted a hand and beckoned his ward over to him. As one drew closer it would have been apparent almost immediately that the vampire had not fed once over the past week. His eyes contained dark circles underneath them that made him look much closer to his age and his features were rather gaunt though he still somehow contained his handsome and regal composure. He smiled to the elemental as he contained his urge to syphon the lad of his magical blood that very moment. “I must apologize to you for my wretched appearance.” He laughed dryly and his eyes did not glow but looked instead like two dark pools of churning maroon molasses. “I was so overcome with distraction by your blood inside of me that I was unable to feed on anyone else. You see, once new blood is introduced the previous one begins to fade rapidly. I just couldn’t let it go I suppose.” He looked graciously at the man as if he were truly happy to see him again without any kind of ulterior motive. He was too weak for mind games right now, “Many new occurrences have happened in your absence. We have been working hard to find a way to convince you to stay, my boys and I.” He referred to his familiars yet neither of them were anywhere to be found in the immense and quiet parlor. “I suppose you just couldn’t keep yourself away?” He teased as he stood finally noticing the twin boxes in the man’s hands, “You brought gifts with you?” He asked, canting his head in a curious smile. His teeth were fully retracted at this moment though he looked nothing like he did that fateful night as he was in fact wearing chartreuse this time instead of carmine.