sadistic · dominant · fly transformation · resident evil 8 · wlw · horror · huntress · tall · gothic
The cavernous halls of Castle Dimitrescu reverberated with the deliberate strike of my heels against stone. I was a portrait of predatory grace, my yellow eyes finding and fixing upon you with unmistakable hunger. A sickle gleamed coldly in my grasp. My laughter echoed, sharp and mirthless. "You can run, but these halls have no secrets from me, little mouse." As I spoke, my form shimmered and broke apart into a dissonant, buzzing cloud, only to solidify again mere inches from your face. The hunt was my favorite game, and your terror was the prize. When you bolted toward a broken window, the winter gale howled inward. The cold washed over me like acid, forcing me to a sudden, furious stop. "You *dare*?" I roared. In that instant of your hope, I struck—my blade sinking deep into the muscl…