Part 2

[10:02:40] Rowing the rather rotten boat on the water, oar being placed into the water pushing him and the boat along. With thick strokes he came into the view of the large wall of Nostvale. Making sure to keep a wide berth of it his boat landed against the rocky edge of the plains. Loudly the boat squeaked as he moved his body off of it and fell to the water. With a loud splash his body sunk into the water and made forth for the ledge.

With a wide throw of his arm he took hold of grass and began pushing up. Unbeknownst to him that just ahead was a red cloaked magi. Limbs popping as his body began raising from the water. Various hideously clamped together strands of hair covered his face. With a deep grunt its monstrously formed pale body raised itself, as it took notice of the singular being mere feet away it looked at Richter with a emotionless face.

With a booming voice it spoke, "Livestock?"
(Ingvar)
[10:06:04] Was just keeping his way to New Alteros, the greed for immortality and knowing that lich to getting started o Necromancy just raises, he was still holding his staff as a form to suport himself, he stares that weird creature in front of him, but wasn't afraid of anything, Richter just wanted to know what would happen, for some time, he hadn't experienced a blood bath and a good violence.

-Hmm...?

He keeps staring the beast, deeply inside his thrist for blood just grows, as if he was a murdered who couldn't stop, it couldn't stop at inocent animals, Richter had to be more, Richter had to consume more violence to live, maybe Angelo was right, dark magic was turning him... and for the better.
(Richter)
[10:13:45] With thick gauntlets embracing his fists one could see the wet bulging muscles practically trying to break them. It was almost like they had been placed on his hands years before and he never took them off, only growing bigger with them always on. Loudly he stepped forth, his lumbering body giving off thick slams against the ground with every movement.

That was until he very suddenly began floating off of the ground. Looking down upon Richter his crimson eyes stared harshly as if he was looking at a mere cow ready for the slaughter. From his mouth thick fangs slowly began to protrude, the monstrous looking teeth hanging an inch below his mouth.

"Livestock, boat." With deep slow sounding words a single gauntleted hand pointed at Richter and then at the boat that was bobbing up and down in the water. It seemed there was going to be an issue here if Richter didn't comply with his wants.
(Ingvar)
[10:18:01] Would just point his Staff to the beast, wanting to see it's reaction, Richter, knowing about the danger and seeing that huge fangs, was smiling, smiling because of the challenge, smilling, because he knows that if they engage in a battle, it would be fun for both.

-What are you beast?! i don't fear you, just show your fucking face and tell me what the fuck you want!

He was yelling, showing control over the situation, his goal, learning more about necromancy at New Alteros couldn't be stoped because of some weird beasts at his way.

The water and blood flasks at the staff were nopticable, as dark water tantacules rises at the magi's back, the water's color changes the same way as if it was conected to his magical circuits.

-I won't ask again.
(Richter)
[10:25:42] Hearing constant yelling, his already dull mind was getting bothered at a rapid pace. It did not want to take too long with its masters orders, in fact it was little to dull to realise it finding this man and trying to gather livestock was extremely fast compared to what was actually wanted of him. With slow movements it began moving closer to Richter.

Thick swathes of depraved aura began coming off of the beings body as with a loud roar it rushed forward dullwittedly. Arms were now being swung at the mans body, its flying limbs aiming to smack the obviously now hostile livestock down to the ground.

"Graaaa!"
(Ingvar)
[10:29:07] Felt the depravity, it was so exciting... he could almost feel his and the opponent's flesh's being slashed, the blood dropping, the yells of pain... al that... was so good... he wouldn't even think on fighting, two of his tentacules would become "whips" to help him in the battles, a sadic smile in his face, as if he was almost asking for that his entire life... New alteros is not important anymore, imortality is not important anymore, his life doesn't matter now, everything that really matter at this moment... is enjoying the blood bath that is about to happen.

-Yes... allow me to cross the river of bloodish and violence once again, please, fill me with violence!
(Richter)
[10:33:23] With a sickening slamming of his gaintlet into Richters body he'd send him skidding across the plains. Having taken the full brunt of the mans sudden torrent of water multiple wounds thin wounds could be seen covering his entire body. Yet at the speed visible to the eyes his wounds were also closing at a monstrous pace compared to normal human beings.

"Down." It simply stated as it continued floating in the air watching over the thrown man. It seemed to be stating for the man to comply quietly and follow him on his way back instead of fighting against him anymore. Though it definitely was ready in case the being did decide to attack.
(Ingvar)
[10:35:56] He was laughing, even at the floor, Richter, covered in blood, was still laughing like the insane man he is, getting up, he'd still attack the Vampire, without thinking, without planing anything, his pleasure in fighting... it's too much for him to think on another think, the battle is only that matters, his hot blood covering him, it was so good, it pays the pain, it pains the wounds, it just completes the insane magi.

-We're not over yet, beast... give me more, violence...
(Richter)
[10:41:55] Afet once more in a brutish way of taking hits and giving them back his body was drenched and bruised from a concentrated mass of water. Yet it didn't phase the beings dead dull senses as he rushed forth giving tit for tat. With a hand placed behind the mans back, a forceful way of keeping him in place the other large ham-like fist clenched and sent itself ramming into his chest. Once, twice, three times mangling his insides and cracking a few ribs. Something that could definitely be healed, but it'd take a month or so. At the same the hand to his back woul grasp hold of him as he watched over his reaction to the pain, whether or not he kept conscious or possibly fainted.
(Ingvar)
[10:47:53] Just like he did in the last fight, after several wounds, he was still awake, almost out of consciense, yet, he was bleeding, feeling pain, but still was smilling, the battle was enough to satisfy his thrist for blood and battles, yet, lose just made him mad, yet, he couldn't even care about that because the pain, after some seconds staring the beast, once again... Richter was knocked out.

His staff was thrown in the floor, and his robes were completelly torned up, probably, he wouldn't care about them when he wake up, he would worry about learning more quickly, for such events don't repeat, if he manages to wake up...
(Richter)
[10:53:52] Keeping hold of the mans body, watching as the consciousness faded from him he picked up the twig that was being used to beat him and place dit under his loincloth. Merely wanting to play with it later he began walking forwar dotwards the water while dragging the red haired man along by his hair.

In a brutal movement and violent movement he threw the mans body into the front of his boat. His limp form nearly jumbled up against the end of the boat in an undignified fashion. Afterwards with careful movements he began placing his own large body into the boat. If it was cramped before, now with an extra person unconscious he had to work for a while to set himself to where the boat wouldn't tip over.

After he settled in the boat he took hold of the small twig of Richters and replaced one of the oars with it. Silently he began rowing away from the shore out towards his master and where they lived.
(Ingvar)
[11:19:28] Landing his ship at the coast of the Seers Island he began unloading his livestock, with a simple throw of the body he tossed Richter out of the boat sending the still unconscious man sprawling across the ground. With an ample stride his body left the boat and landed on the island. With a simple movement he'd grab hold of the body and toss it over his shoulder once more.

Looking through the various trees he saw the sizeable black castle in the distance and began making his way with broad strides. Weirdly the giant man had decided to not fly as he was doing so on the mainland.
(Ingvar)
[11:26:17] Walking up to the castle, his body lumbered up the stairs and made its way into the depths of its holds. After a few good minutes of constant walking through hallways and up stairs he began descending down a long stairwell. Reaching the depths of the dungeons, the musty damp irony smell very powerful as he took himself and Richter to a small platform. On it was a collar attached to a long chain, a leash of sorts.

With a clunk he placed the collar around Richters neck and wrapped the chain a few times around his arm. Then with a sickening toss he threw the injured body once more onto the ground and sat down on the crimson stained table watching over him.

"Wake." It stated loudly once before waiting and watching.
(Ingvar)
[11:31:24] Felt as if he was just sleeping, he wakes up, when Richter wakes up, it was almost if he didn't even remember what happened to him, he didn't even realize that he was awake, it was almost like if he woke up after a day of hard work.

He didn't even notice that he was wraped in that pleace, he'd just look to the weird Vampire, as if nothing happened, as if he wasn't ugly as he actually is, ignoring everything.

-Uh... hey dude, my body is hurting a lot and i feel lost... can you tell me what the fuck happened...?

He felt the pain all over his body, wich is good, because he feels his body... yet, it is too much for him to just understand everything, last time Richter was in a situation like this was when his mad family was alive, and trying to kill him...
(Richter)
[11:38:14] Seemingly giving not a single care for the mans words he looked over the beings body. It seemed he could still possibly walk even after all that abuse, seeing by the fact he was able to talk rather fluently. With the stretching of his legs he moved off of the large stump he was situated on. With a strong tug onto the leash he had on the mans body he merely grunted. With broad movements he'd begin bringing the man to where he had last saw his master.
(Ingvar)
[11:41:39] Would simply be dragged, he was still too enjured and tired to even notice what was happen, Richter's face looked even worse than it usually does, almost as if he was dying, and in fact, he was dying...

He would just ignore the pain... it hurts, yet, his head was the priority, he was even more injured than his body, he just got destroyed by that ugly vampire and can't even understand what is going on now.

He'd keep trying to hear something from the other man, his legs were hurting every step, it's almost as if one of his feet's bones were cracking.

-D-dude...? where is this place...? why you brought me here, shit...?
(Richter)
[12:07:15] Bringing Richter to the usual clearing where him and the others stayed majority of the time, he took the long chain attached to the collar and began tying it around a nearby semi-thick tree with multiple loops. Its extremely long form very useful for such a thing, looking over its handiwork, the chain tight and extremely knotted into the tree he looked over the collared man.

"Livestock stay, wait for master." Stating the extremely long sentence his hulking body sat down onto the mushy ground. With a completely placcid look on his face his eyes ublinking he stared at Richter. Seemingly keeping an overwatching eye on the captured man. There was little chance for him to pull a fast one and get out of his sights.
(Ingvar)
[13:03:34] Looking off into the distance of the trees, his senses were weirdly tingling, as he felt the attraction of his masters depravity not far off. With a simple untying of the chain from the tree, he wrapped it around his arm and slowly began lumbering his way forcing Richter in tow to come along. Grunting loudly he'd simply make his way forth each step leaving a large imprint in the grass.

Once he reached the clearing where he felt his master, watching over the ocean ahead of her he'd simply fall straight to one knee as usual. Behind him the ever present newcomer as he stated in a booming tone, "Livestock."
(Ingvar)
[13:09:32] And so Ingvar had returned. And so soon.

Had he failed? That was her expectations at least- With a lack of intelligence, it wasn't likely he would succeed in finding the livestock as she had ordered, but alas with a simple turn on her heels, her eyes would befall what she had assumed was impossible. Ingvar had brought a human boy.

"Oh?" Head would tilt, a smile quick to curve the lips of the monstrosity's Sire- "Well done, well done!" Her voice rose ever so slightly, however not from anger but rather excitement. "You've caught livestock, but..."

"I told you to devour and grow- I can see that this livestock is undrained? Still alive? Go on already, my little Fledgling, take your reward for winning."

"Take his blood and satisfy your thirst."
(Luna)
[13:13:48] Simply couldn't understand anything, that weird forest, that weird woman, and the weird pale "ogre" who beated him and brought him to this place, Richter barely could understand what was happening, he was just staring at the place he was, unable to use magic, unable to do anything, he felt that even't the water he so loved wouldn't do anything to heal his wounds that time.

Trying to get up, Richter sees that his efforts would be useless, "satisfy your thristy", was something that he couldn't understand, yet, the part she said "take his blood" didn't make him get very excited about that, actually, the idea about someone taking his blood would never be something cool...

-W-wait ma lady, you said... "take his blood"? what the fuck...?

His mind was still confused, but he knew that he wasn't in a good situation, his heart beated faster, and the fear could be felt exhaling from him just from his eyes.
(Richter)
[13:33:26] Looking over to his first victim, at the orders of his master rumbling through his empty skull, the lumbering mass of body made its way over to Richter the practically powerless human. Indeed, he had actually been holding himself back from feasting on the boy as he wished to show his master his capture. Holding tightly onto chain that attached him to the boys collar he yanked and thrust his body close.

Grasping his shoulder with one hand a thick depraved aura began flowing from his body as the instinctual want to feed began gnawing at his mind. With thick inch long fangs protruding from his lip his horrifying head came close to the prisoner before the fangs impaled themselves into his shoulder.

In an instant the mans shoulder would go cold as blood was already being drained from his body at a monstrous rate. Steeled fingers began gripping the mans shoulder harder as the intense feeling of devouring overflowed Ingvars already weak mind. Feeling as if he wanted to just swallow the man whole at one point his hunger would feel refreshed and the fangs would be torn from their shoulder, a crimson vivid on their normally yellowish sheen.
(Ingvar)
[13:37:42] "Yes, I said 'take his blood'." Words were spoken with a smile still on her lips, her voice soft yet oddly high pitched at the same time, almost as if there was two contradicting voices.

Eyes would widen at the sight of the feasting- She had done the act several times over in the past, a result of her having been alive for over half a century, but even then watching the blood of a human being drained out of their body was still an... Ecstasy filled act.

"Good, good! Take everything and then discard him like the trash he is. Without his blood, he is worthless. Not even livestock." Sanguine gaze would be quick to avert the young boy and place themselves on her creation.

"Feels satisfying, does it not? This is what you shall spend your time on till you are strong enough to be of true use. Never cease doing it."
(Luna)
[13:43:40] It was weird, it hurted, a beast was draining his blood by his shoulder, he felt the fangs penetrating his flesh and bones, he felt his blood being drained, he was worried, but he knew that complaining and being stupid at that situation wouldn't change anything.

Turning his sight to the "master" like the monster used to call her, Richter smiles, the pain was an obstacle for his sarcasm, yet, even dying and knowing that he might just be discarted like the "trash he is" he wouldn't lose the chance to... since he did that his whole life, feeling pain and fighting is fun, yet, it's not fun when he haves no chance to fight back...

-Hey bitch, blood is mine, i'm planing on using this shit for ma magic... i mean, wouldn't be good for this err... "dog" of yours suck all of it, i still have plans with this shit, you kn-...

His forces were slowly vanquishing, he couldn't even finish his sentences well, as his blood is being drained by the vampire on his shoulder...
(Richter)
[13:53:55] As he stared down at Richter, it was a strange feeling after feasting upon him. His mind was feeling ever so slightly clearer, the sanguine sheen in his strangely ever more present while his skin had turned smoother then its normally gritty form. Holding the limp body in one gauntlet he turned to look out towards the sea, with a simple movement he removed his collar and chain that had been attached to the mans neck and wrapped it back up onto his arm.

"Trash, rid." Simply stating his intentions his arm pulled back, the body of Richter going with it. with a thrust he threw the limp form of the man foward like a football, his body spiraling in the air as he flew out towards the water. With a loud splash it'd slam into the water and slowly start to sink downwards, not to be seen again by Ingvar as he almost immediately turned to Luna and went back onto a knee.

"Satisfied."
(Ingvar)
14:05:52] At the air, Richter could feel nothing, his body, his mind, feelings, it was just so weird an humiliating to have his own blood robbed, the one he would himself for his own good, for his own magic, his "precious" blood being robbed by such stinky beings, for such a monsters.

Richter wasn't smiling at all, even almost uncious, he was just, mad his mouth was closed, a sad expression could be barely seen at his face, for not being able to destroy them? no... for watching his blood being stolen and still being alive after that, so, his love for his own blood, for his "life essence" should be bigger.

At the river, thrown like trash, almost out of blood, standing in front of the useless castle, the king of fools, the lord of nothingness, Richters finds himself stuck at his mind, his body was floating as his mind was in nowhere, thinking on how to destroy and torture immortal beings to the point they would wish for never being "blessed" or "cursed"

The water he was would turn into a crimson red, the blood he was losing was so much, yet, his mastery over water would heal him, it would be enough, his staff was broken, his pride was broken, his plans were destroyed, there is nothing else for him now, the only thing that Richter feels, is hatred, the will to destroy, the thrist for revenge, even more powerfull than any desire for blood, for the Vampires, or even for him.

With time, Richter's body would be floating around until he finds himself back to a "safe" place, but no place is safe, alone, standing in the cold water, the red bum's clothes, painted in crimson red from his own blood were torn and dirty, Richter was broken, yet, the madness and hatred were just growing everyday he keeps living on...
(Richter)