RE: VILLAGE Lady Dimitrescu Edition

Withered Sight (L.A.D)

It's not every day that a woman stumbles into Castle Dimitrescu on purpose, especially one seeking shelter safe from what remains outside of the grounds.

So, when the distant shatter of a door slamming against glass ruptures Alcina's focus, she's nothing better to do than investigate the disturbance and heed a proper punishment to whoever caused such a stir to the precious study hour that she rarely had time for in the first place.

Her heavy strides chime over the floor, drifting throughout the castle with a condemning echo as her fingers tightly grasp the holder of her cigarette.

It seemed to be the only thing keeping her sane during such hard times, the intoxicating high that brought her head to peace- a sensation she's scarcely experienced since the havoc of none other than Ethan Winters.

It seems the commotion not only catches the attention of Countess Dimitrescu but the interest of her youngest daughter, Daniela, whomst appears in a swarm alongside her mother,- grinning like a child.

Alcina greets Daniela with a small smile and a nod, keeping quiet but taking satisfaction in her daughter's presence.

"I'm assuming you heard that too?"

Daniela quips, tilting her head to gaze at her.

"Hadn't we taken care of that... man-thing, weeks ago?" Alcina questions- abruptly uncertain with her memory.

Daniela makes a face of sadistic pleasure, raising her sickle with a swift hand.

"I'm sure the maidens still strive to scour the rest of him from the carpet."

This pulls a laugh from Alcina, the soft undertone of her rasp echoing beyond the castle as she reminisces such a beautiful memory.

"Part of me feels almost awful for making them clean when I've instructed a new carpet be delivered."

Daniela snorts, her eyes wide with excitement.

"I'm sure you would feel just as awful if I were to force them to install the new carpet?"

Mischievously the pair break into similar grins, the idea seeming to be one of interest.

"My, my," Alcina hums thoughtfully, tilting her head as if to think over the discussion. "Quite the devilish little thing, aren't you?"

Daniela snickers, proud of herself.

A comfortable silence fills the space between them as they walk, a duo of mother and daughter to be feared as they grow closer to the cluster of noise, now considerably closer to the main hall.

Alcina waves her hand forward, a silent command for her daughter.

Daniela vanishes in a heap of flesh flies, the insects buzzing forward as to scout ahead of her mother.

It takes but a moment to hear the laughter of Daniela as she finds the intruder, her voice ringing out as she calls for her mother.

Rushing her pace, she pushed forward through the door, assuming many things but not believing her gaze to fall on... a woman?

Out of all the things, in a castle rumored to hold nothing but death, you managed to get past the doors, shivering in place, holding tightly to the delicate cloak that was soaked from the snow outside, blood staining the outside and dripping along the sleeve.

A hood held just over your eyes piques Daniela's curiosity as she crouches to get a better view of you, squinting hard.

Alcina furrows her brows and settled her gaze on the rest of your attire, assuming you to be one of the villagers left behind after the Lycans took over.