The ancient vampire awoke precisely at dusk, his body reanimating with the sounds of popping joints and shifting bones as it always had, regenerating itself throughout the night. His eyes fluttered open and his magic pushed away the heavy coffin lid. Long pale fingers slid over the edge of the lacquered container as he lifted himself out feeling fresh and still full of tumultuous power. He carried himself quickly up the stairs to emerge from the crypt still just as naked as he had gone in. One of his familiars met him in the hall, still enveloped in the shape of a youth with shining amber eyes. He stroked the lad’s hair and smiled, “Where is your brother?” He questioned and the boy shook his head in reply. Iseulith could smell that Cersie had left the confines of the forest room some length of time ago, the scent faded by at least a few hours. “Our guest?” He questioned of the boy and the familiar looked towards the hall of doors. So he had returned to the room. Had probably attempted an escape once he realized he was trapped. The vampire masked his curiosity as he wandered up the grand staircase and into a private room that served as his wardrobe, his familiar in tow.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith pushed through the room delicately, easing through shelves and racks of clothing from all different periods of time. Towards the back he located something he found appealing to wear. Within the confines of his den he could wear as little or as much as he liked without the worry of his surroundings and so he strapped himself into the leather fetters and long loose silken trappings of a mage. A look that fit him perfectly as it was just revealing enough to be appealing and held just enough dominance as not to frighten his captor. He selected a few other articles for the naked elemental who likely sat shivering in the woods, if they were even capable of being cold. Perhaps he would be shivering in fear. In any case, he would not force him to be naked if it was not his will and would offer the fine clothing as an offering of peace. Tonight he would feed the creature his blood.<br/><br/><br/>Tossing the selected clothing into the arms of his companion he lead them back down into the entrance hall. He noted the scarred decorative treasures in the room, scorched with lighting strikes. They were unfortunately permanently damaged as only the room they stood in was an illusion. He would have them replaced in time, none of it really meant a great deal to him, not here at least. Those crimson eyes slid over to the door and he felt that his seal had been weakened slightly. So Cersie had tried to escape though unsuccessfully. He padded to the door and touched it with two fingers tracing a small sigil into the painted wood. A glaring heat issued from where he touched re-enforcing the seal. He then made his way across the cool floor to the hall of doors. The one he assumed the man was still behind opened upon his approach and he entered silently.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith found the man cowering in the clearing, tucked into a tight ball on the soft earth. He sighed softly but masked his concern with a pleasant smile, eyes glowing softly in the gloom, “Good evening my pet.” He offered, his arms held open in an inviting gesture. I trust you slept well here. I couldn’t imagine that you would find a bed any more comfortable than I do, but I can certainly provide one for you if you wish it.” He looked around the beautiful tangled wood, “Are you enjoying my garden so much that you do not wish to leave?” He had a sinking feeling that this was not to be the case, but he would remain as comforting and accommodating as he was able with his limited skills.<br/><br/><br/>He approached the man from behind, reaching out to rest a cool hand on his bare shoulder. He had not realized how dirty the lad may have felt from their activities the night prior but sought to remedy it, “Perhaps you would enjoy a nice warm bath? You were too far gone during our enchanting evening, but you seem fit to enjoy it now. I would join you if you like, or if you prefer privacy that can be arranged as well.” He crouched slowly to turn the man’s face, to hold it in his hands and look into those precious eyes if he was allowed. He was not aware of the man’s emotions but he could smell the fear and dejection emanating from his slender form. “Anything you require my love, you shall have.”<br/><br/><br/>Behind him the familiar who he had named Utaa stood with clothes in hand and bright eyes narrowed on the elemental. The vampire would have to send them out for a hunt soon as they were clearly becoming restless at his denial to devour the man after their master had fed upon him. It was part of the agreement they had with each other. The odd youth’s were always dressed in black with curly black hair and fair complexions, much lighter than Iseulith’s but darker than Cersie’s making them almost appear to be a pale stone gray. Utaa clutched the clothing in his arms tightly as his lips set into a hard line, the iron collar fastened around his neck prevented him from disobeying his master though he was likely not to go against the vampire even if he were not bound to him. The familiar loved his creator as a father but was still quite rebellious in nature, wishing to do as he pleased and the vampire often afforded them a great deal of freedom, but this creature his master had returned with smelled divine and he just wanted a little taste, that was all. Perhaps in time the vampire would grow tired of him and he and his brother would have the opportunity to feast on his remains.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith looked back at his companion as if he could hear his thoughts and narrowed his eyes in a challenging glare, “Prepare our guest a warm bath, we would see him to being quite comfortable with us during his stay. Find your brother and have him stay put with you. I will release you to hunt in a few hours if you are well behaved.” The lad nodded his head gently, which tossed his black curls to shade his brow. They looked as though they could have been the ancient’s children if they hadn’t seemed to be almost an illusion themselves. He had formed them after all, so in a way they were but they retained a quality of individuality that revealed them to not be fully under the immortal’s control. The vampire had quite liked this quality, although it was not true life that dwelled within their bodies, merely an extension of himself.<br/><br/><br/>Utaa scurried out of the room with clothes in hand to draw the bath in an upstairs chamber and hopefully to locate his wandering brother somewhere in the depths of the house. Iseulith turned his attention back to Cersie with a polite if rather policed smile on his full lips, fangs still not fully retracted. “What say you my darling? A bath then?”