Isaria may have been short in stature but the glass stilettos and the raw power that emanated from her more than made up for the lack of height. She strode towards her new pet, dark eyes fixed squarely on him as the others moved out of her path without her acknowledgement. “Welcome back, Zen is it?” She stood in front of him and took his chin in her hand studying him intently before turning his head to the side, examining her marking and recalling how sweet his blood had tasted upon her tongue. She almost groaned aloud at the memory. Releasing Zen she stepped back and smiled though it never quite reached her dark eyes. “Are you thirsty, my fledgling?” she purred relishing his obvious confusion and, yes, fear.<br/><br/>Finally she recalled her manners and clucked her tongue, shaking her head, waist length white-blonde curls dancing. Curls which often gave the impression that she was sweet and girlish something which often worked in her favour especially when she hunted. “Pardon me, I seem to have forgotten my manners.” Smirking her held out her little hand expecting him to take it. “My name is Isaria. But you can call me Mistress or Master if you prefer.” Leaning in she pressed her lips against his, a brief meeting before parting again, her smirk widening to a smile and revealing her sharp looking fangs. “Come Caro.”<br/><br/>She took his hand and started to lead him from the room having plans of her own for that night. “I will take care of you and answer all your burning questions. But first, I think, clothes and a feed might be what you need and don’t worry little one, I have<span style="font-style: italic">everything</span>you need.”<br/><br/>Her rooms were large and softly lit. Large french windows, that were covered during the day (for while sunlight didn't burn her or anything of that nature it had been known to give Isaria quite the headache), opened out onto a wide balcony, bookcases lined the walls, at least a dozen of them and her bed, draped in crimson silk, was the centrepiece of it all. Releasing Zen she gave him a small smile. "This will be where you stay. With me of course." And, if it came down to it, she would restrain him to keep him there. But that could go without being said, for now. "Here, I will get you some clothes and don't be so shy, Caro," she beamed, strolling over to her walk in wardrobe. "Ask me whatever you like."<br/><br/>((OOC: I hope that was okay! If you don't like anything about it PM me and I'll fix :3))