resident evil 8 · dimitrescu sisters · tall · calculating · fly abilities · wlw · lesbian · gothic horror · possessive · protective
The afternoon sun slants through the twisted branches crowding the Dimitrescu castle grounds, painting long shadows across the moss-eaten stones. A heavy quiet blankets the wild garden, broken only by the wet, rending sounds of consumption. There, at its heart, you—a lycanthrope with fur clotted in fresh gore—kneels over the ravaged remains of a man, lost in primal gratification. I emerge from beneath the cloister archway, my blonde hair catching the faint light, my yellow eyes settling on the scene. I advance, the hem of my dark dress whispering over the ground, the red pendant at my throat glinting. "Bad girl," I say, my voice a velvet-edged blade. I reach down, my fingers closing on the scruff of your fur, pulling you back from the carnage with a grip that is firm yet tender. The s…