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The Lycan Prince
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"Well, the arguing is between Lady Dimistrescu and Vater... " Brunhilde shrugged, "I do as asked, to be honest."
The howling agitated Ana, who stood, stretched, and shook herself off. "Grrr..."
"I wonder what's going on? A raid?"
Oliver puffed up, tail bristling as he growled. He jumped up onto the wall, on guard.
@the-dimitrescu-seamstress
Brunhilde waited at a meeting spot for someone from Dimitrescu Castle, Ana by her side. Ana was harnessed to the wagon laden with firewood.
Ana listened, the Vârcolac rumbling in the cold. Karl Heisenberg had trained her well to protect Brunhilde, as the girl was still prone to naivety.
Brunhilde held her coat to her, one that did not fit well after how much she had grown over the summer. "Soon, Ana... Lady Dimitrescu will come..."
#resident evil village#son-of-urias#brunhilde#the magda#the dimitrescu seamstress#my thought is Lady D wishes to make Brunhilde a 'proper lady'#vs a crude factory girl
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“Oliver? I was under the impression he is Lady Dimitrescu’s own cat.” Brunhilde set the first bundle into the storage. “He only seems to like women, as he’s scratched Vater before.”
Pause. Brunhilde listened as she heard distant howls. “No, that is not the Mihal-pack…”
Back to work. Brunhilde seemed to lift each load with relative ease.
“Have you worked here long? I have not met many of the maids. I overhear the arguing over whether I must work here.”
@the-dimitrescu-seamstress
Brunhilde waited at a meeting spot for someone from Dimitrescu Castle, Ana by her side. Ana was harnessed to the wagon laden with firewood.
Ana listened, the Vârcolac rumbling in the cold. Karl Heisenberg had trained her well to protect Brunhilde, as the girl was still prone to naivety.
Brunhilde held her coat to her, one that did not fit well after how much she had grown over the summer. "Soon, Ana... Lady Dimitrescu will come..."
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Name: Oliver
Age: 58 (born 1963) (as of 2021)
Species: Cat (Molded)
Owner: Alcina Dimitrescu, Rosemary Winters (post RE8)
Bio: An admirer of Alcina Dimitrescu gifted Oliver as a kitten to her in 1963, and this cat is the "Only Man-Thing to steal Lady Dimirescu's Heart". Oliver was infected with Cadou/Mold and thus never aged, being a young, spry cat ever since. The Daughters all love Oliver as well.
Oliver patrols the Castle as his stomping grounds, often hissing or scratching at any men (Especially Lord Heisenberg and Lord Moreau). He is intelligent and agile, and eager to get attention.
Post RE8, he became Rosemary Winters' cat, and is fiercely protective of her.
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Name: Oliver
Age: 58 (born 1963) (as of 2021)
Species: Cat (Molded)
Owner: Alcina Dimitrescu, Rosemary Winters (post RE8)
Bio: An admirer of Alcina Dimitrescu gifted Oliver as a kitten to her in 1963, and this cat is the "Only Man-Thing to steal Lady Dimirescu's Heart". Oliver was infected with Cadou/Mold and thus never aged, being a young, spry cat ever since. The Daughters all love Oliver as well.
Oliver patrols the Castle as his stomping grounds, often hissing or scratching at any men (Especially Lord Heisenberg and Lord Moreau). He is intelligent and agile, and eager to get attention.
Post RE8, he became Rosemary Winters' cat, and is fiercely protective of her.
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"Oh, ah... I often help Vater with his work, as well as hunt with the Mihal-pack. Vater wants me to be capable on my own, one day." Brunhilde smiled. "Oh, Daniela? She... I do not wish to speak ill of her, however last time I got lost in the castle during a 'family get together' she was chasing me."
Brunhilde carried the heavy bundles with ease. "I do get along with the cat though. Oliver."
As if on cue, the Siamese cat was waiting at the doors to the storage, carrying on as if announcing the arrivals. The cat paused before winding around legs.
@the-dimitrescu-seamstress
Brunhilde waited at a meeting spot for someone from Dimitrescu Castle, Ana by her side. Ana was harnessed to the wagon laden with firewood.
Ana listened, the Vârcolac rumbling in the cold. Karl Heisenberg had trained her well to protect Brunhilde, as the girl was still prone to naivety.
Brunhilde held her coat to her, one that did not fit well after how much she had grown over the summer. "Soon, Ana... Lady Dimitrescu will come..."
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"Vater? He adopted me when I was little." Brunhilde didn't seem to know why she had been even up for adoption, or where she had even come from. "Vater told me not to go inside the Castle. My cousins aren't very nice to me, truth be told."
Ana rumbled, sitting down when prompted. The Vârcolac was downright docile with Brunhilde. The beast rumbled as Brunhilde pulled out a large rug and laid it down, so Ana could be off the cold ground.
Once Ana was comfortable, Brunhilde pulled on heavy leather gloves to protect her hands as she picked up the first bundle. "I did pay attention! I saw Lady Dimitescu had requested more night-logs."
The wood was nicely seasoned oak, as ordered. It would have sold well to Villagers, however Lady Dimitrescu was picky. Brunhilde had put paper tags on the cord bindings to indicate when the wood was cut.
Carrying several heavy bundles, Brunhilde smiled, "So just show me where to put this?"
@the-dimitrescu-seamstress
Brunhilde waited at a meeting spot for someone from Dimitrescu Castle, Ana by her side. Ana was harnessed to the wagon laden with firewood.
Ana listened, the Vârcolac rumbling in the cold. Karl Heisenberg had trained her well to protect Brunhilde, as the girl was still prone to naivety.
Brunhilde held her coat to her, one that did not fit well after how much she had grown over the summer. "Soon, Ana... Lady Dimitrescu will come..."
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"Oh, Ana? Vater got her for me when I was little, to protect me!" Brunhilde smiled softly from under the hood. "I'm Brunhilde Heisenberg."
Her face was youthful, and her voice was more like that of a teenager. However her height, gray skin, and milky yellow eyes indicated she wasn't what one would expect.
"I can help load the wood, but Vater instructed me not to go too far into Lady Dimitrescu's territory."
Ana glanced to Brunhilde, huffing. The Vârcolac knew well to not let Brunhilde wander.
@the-dimitrescu-seamstress
Brunhilde waited at a meeting spot for someone from Dimitrescu Castle, Ana by her side. Ana was harnessed to the wagon laden with firewood.
Ana listened, the Vârcolac rumbling in the cold. Karl Heisenberg had trained her well to protect Brunhilde, as the girl was still prone to naivety.
Brunhilde held her coat to her, one that did not fit well after how much she had grown over the summer. "Soon, Ana... Lady Dimitrescu will come..."
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@the-dimitrescu-seamstress
Brunhilde waited at a meeting spot for someone from Dimitrescu Castle, Ana by her side. Ana was harnessed to the wagon laden with firewood.
Ana listened, the Vârcolac rumbling in the cold. Karl Heisenberg had trained her well to protect Brunhilde, as the girl was still prone to naivety.
Brunhilde held her coat to her, one that did not fit well after how much she had grown over the summer. "Soon, Ana... Lady Dimitrescu will come..."
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This is Nicole. She is an amazing Canadian wood-splitting machine.
I have a huge pet peeve about people swinging axes and sledgehammers without using the kinetic chain. You have to use your entire body to get real power in your swing. And in so many movies you see actors just trying to chop things with only their arms. But Nicole has perfect form. And cute pajamas.
I'm not sure if she is technically a lumberjill. I think she just refers to herself as a wood splitter. Either way, she is badass.
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"Got the stuff from the Duke. Too pungent for my own use, but keeps the Samce at bay." Lacrima smiled, "Now the fun part. I make a disturbance down here, *you* go find your Pup. Duke's got a spot around inside so take shelter with him if needed."
@askmeethanwinters
"Dela! MOVE! I said MOVE!"
The voice was harsh, and the Lycans previously attacking Ethan cringed and cowered away. It was clear whoever was talking held status over them.
She lifted the debris that had fallen on Ethan. He would see a tall, muscular woman, her slate hair tied back.
A Lycan yelped as she kicked him aside, "Dela are you DENSE? Leave him!"
After freeing Ethan from the debris, she checked him over. "You are far from the humans. Why are you here?"
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"Samce..." Lacrima produced a soft cloth ball. "This will buy us time. They cannot resist this perfume." She threw the ball as hard as possible towards the trees.
Immediate squabbling was heard, as they got in.
@askmeethanwinters
"Dela! MOVE! I said MOVE!"
The voice was harsh, and the Lycans previously attacking Ethan cringed and cowered away. It was clear whoever was talking held status over them.
She lifted the debris that had fallen on Ethan. He would see a tall, muscular woman, her slate hair tied back.
A Lycan yelped as she kicked him aside, "Dela are you DENSE? Leave him!"
After freeing Ethan from the debris, she checked him over. "You are far from the humans. Why are you here?"
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Lacrima knew how to get past the walls and fences. She helped Ethan where he was too short to leap.
Screeching could be heard in the trees.
@askmeethanwinters
"Dela! MOVE! I said MOVE!"
The voice was harsh, and the Lycans previously attacking Ethan cringed and cowered away. It was clear whoever was talking held status over them.
She lifted the debris that had fallen on Ethan. He would see a tall, muscular woman, her slate hair tied back.
A Lycan yelped as she kicked him aside, "Dela are you DENSE? Leave him!"
After freeing Ethan from the debris, she checked him over. "You are far from the humans. Why are you here?"
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The trudged through woods, and Lacrima kept quiet. They would soon be into the Castle grounds.
"So, be ready for flying banshees."
@askmeethanwinters
"Dela! MOVE! I said MOVE!"
The voice was harsh, and the Lycans previously attacking Ethan cringed and cowered away. It was clear whoever was talking held status over them.
She lifted the debris that had fallen on Ethan. He would see a tall, muscular woman, her slate hair tied back.
A Lycan yelped as she kicked him aside, "Dela are you DENSE? Leave him!"
After freeing Ethan from the debris, she checked him over. "You are far from the humans. Why are you here?"
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"Gotta be prepared." Lacrima then chuckled, "Ah yes, several times. Until she deemed me an "Uncivilized Brute'."
A howl was heard, and Lacrima put a finger to her lips. Then, she howled back. The howls sounded almost friendly.
"They know it's me. So glad it is not spring."
@askmeethanwinters
"Dela! MOVE! I said MOVE!"
The voice was harsh, and the Lycans previously attacking Ethan cringed and cowered away. It was clear whoever was talking held status over them.
She lifted the debris that had fallen on Ethan. He would see a tall, muscular woman, her slate hair tied back.
A Lycan yelped as she kicked him aside, "Dela are you DENSE? Leave him!"
After freeing Ethan from the debris, she checked him over. "You are far from the humans. Why are you here?"
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"So first stop... Count Bitchula..." Lacrima picked up an axe. "She is why there are so few female Lycans. She kidnaps female virgins and makes wine blah blah blah. So if you see her flying minions yeah those are her fault."
Pause. "Oh, you. Yeah." She turned away from Ethan, pulling a shotgun from her shirt. "Ah, had to saw the barrel a bit." She then pulled out two boxes of ammunition from her bag.
@askmeethanwinters
"Dela! MOVE! I said MOVE!"
The voice was harsh, and the Lycans previously attacking Ethan cringed and cowered away. It was clear whoever was talking held status over them.
She lifted the debris that had fallen on Ethan. He would see a tall, muscular woman, her slate hair tied back.
A Lycan yelped as she kicked him aside, "Dela are you DENSE? Leave him!"
After freeing Ethan from the debris, she checked him over. "You are far from the humans. Why are you here?"
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