Again another little update. Enjoy.
Deep within Castlevania's clock tower lay the home of Count Olrox: a high ranking vampire lord with an affinity for armors of high quality in both durability and style, he has also been known to house powerful creatures on occasion as pets. From Sphinx's to strong humans and everything in between...with Dracula's permission of course, but that didn't mean he would fallow his rules about certain pets. Dracula's one rule was: No member of the Belmont Clan for pets ever. He was a Count too, so why should he listen to every rule?
"How is my little human doing tonight, hmm?" Olrox went to pet him on the head only to get snapped at. Quickly jerking his gauntlet clad hand away, he slapped his pet across the face.
"I am no pet, vampire, nor will I ever be-" Another slap across the face.
"Silence! You need to learn your place, pet." Olrox just walked around Richter, who was stuck in place having his arms shackled together as well as his legs chained to the floor and his neck collared & leashed to a wall. Richter just glared daggers at him as he moved past the Hunter turned pet.
"Minion of Dracula, foul beast and foolish monster of night." He muttered just under his breath as the count left the room only to come back a few moments later with some food for Richter. Richter tried to bite him once again earning yet another backhand across the face with the once small bruise growing larger and deeper in color on his cheek. The Belmont's glare slowly diverted from the vampire to the scraps of unknown cooked meat and stale bread in the tiney bowl before him, but flinched when Olrox kissed the crown of his head as well as when he heard the door slam... hard.
"For such a sinful act I hope history leaves you trapped in a horrid novel of bad love and poor text...Now how am I to eat while I am bound? Better a question, how to escape this ill fate." If he could he would have slapped himself for prioritizing his stomache before his freedom, then again he could almost believe his cheek was starting to bleed a little from the armored backhands the vampire had given him. He gave a small sigh as he lessened his glare on his small meal.
"Break free of these binds, eat, find Vampire Killer, and escape. Simple." With that he started to struggle against the leather and chains that bound his arms together.
Again, It's vary little for an update, but enjoy and R&R!