The vampire watched curiously as Cersie manipulated his dimension. Such power the lad retained and an energetic mind as well. The key was simple, all one really required was an imagination and a little force of will. The space could accommodate much, separate as it was from the whole. It could expand as it did now to create a vast ocean in which one could very well drown, or shrink down infinitesimally until nothing existed but a pinprick of space. Dangerous in the wrong hands, yes, but capable of many things.<br/><br/><br/>Were it possible for the ancient to feel fear as a mortal did, he would have experienced such a feeling then, but Iseulith was empty inside and felt very little of anything outside of his own insatiable desires. When Cersie transformed it was all he could do to keep the greed from springing up in his gaze. Instead he settled for something bordering on astonished and truly, it was a sight to behold. The small lad stretching and growing amidst the swirling storm clouds, feathers and scales bursting forth to consume his humanlike form all while the vampire floated just yards away, loose tresses whipping furiously against the magic made wind.<br/><br/><br/>Not only was the elemental dangerous in his earthly form, he had all manner of surprises dwelling inside. Iseulith had guessed from the moment of his transformation into a hawk that there was more to the man than what could be seen from the surface. That his willful omissions were meant to bring him peace in knowing that he could protect himself if the need arose. So why reveal such a thing so soon? Would it not have been better to seal the fate of any threat by reserving that beastly form until it was too late?<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith was glad to see it, amazed that something so unique was capable of hiding its true nature so throughly. Was his wistful nature all a game as well? To distract and disarm with apparent weakness while obscuring such tremendous power hidden just beneath? If so, this creature was truly wicked. Iseulith did not think it the case, however. Cersie was complex, but had he been a willing participant in regards to his frightened reservations, events would likely had transpired much differently. He likely would have fallen trembling into the vampire’s arms only to turn on him moments later. Perhaps it was a test then? To gauge a reaction. To see if the vampire would shy from him. This was the wrong place to conduct such experiemntation, what with Iseulith’s magical barriers all around them but the vampire would remain silent on that matter. It was a display and nothing more. A declaration of dominance or a cry for help. Cersie was an innocent. Unencumbered by the weight of deception or true malevolence. His nature was destructive but he was pure, purer than anything witnessed in all of Iseulith’s long years.<br/><br/><br/>The vampire slowly drifted towards the man turned dragon, his face fashioned to display amusement, wonderment and the smallest bit of regret at underestimating the elemental. He reached long slender arms out as he approached. Slow and disarmingly gentle he pressed his fingers and then his palms up under the dragon’s massive jaw, smoothing over the hard scales and soft plume, his face level with flared nostrils though his eyes carefully held the twin swirling draconic pools that stared him down. Words formed like wind in his mind, strong and authoritarian. Such a demonstrative child this Cersie.<br/><br/><br/>“I see many things...” he breathed, “I do not know if you will like them all.” He continued with a slow and hazy grin. “I see a great sea of storms and the corpses of brave fools careless enough to underestimate you. I see that you have your own wishes and demands backed by power you did not earn.” He paused to run a flat hand over Cersie’s snout, voice brazen but soothing. “I see other things as well. Things that perhaps you do not wish to see yourself. A monster made of a boy many centuries old. A shy and impulsive thing, easily taken advantage of by those wishing to do harm. Your distrust in me is evidence enough of this despite my favors and handsome words and I applaud you in your tireless resolve to keep me at bay while still allowing me to get so close.”<br/><br/><br/>The vampire’s smile was wicked. “I see chaos in your form and destruction in your eyes. The capability of reshaping the world at your finger tips. I see the light of your wretched mother suffocating you under the sorrowful eyes of your dear father as he watches, unable to free you from your self made torment. I see a fight for survival and the denial of truth... I see a possibility for change. I see a new beginning.”<br/><br/>“Si ocuir v’ithquent.” He hissed.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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