"Who gave you the right to devour us like this, you pack of monsters!"
The manthing wailed and trashed, spittle and a few drops of blood flying from his mouth. Bela sneered at him, her sisters hissing and taking steps to cut out his foul tongue. Lady Dimitrescu raised her glass to her red lips, raised her eyes to the maid faithfully waiting to clean the mess once her mistresses gave the order.
The sweet scent of her best wine almost washed away the stench of the creature before her chair.
"You think very highly of yourself, manthing, if you think you'd ever be worthy of my table, much less my cellar. Daughters, you can have fun with this one. Just make sure there's enough left for a new scarecrow."
Resident Evil, what it takes to make a good vintage
The manthing wailed and trashed, spittle and a few drops of blood flying from his mouth. Bela sneered at him, her sisters hissing and taking steps to cut out his foul tongue. Lady Dimitrescu raised her glass to her red lips, raised her eyes to the maid faithfully waiting to clean the mess once her mistresses gave the order.
The sweet scent of her best wine almost washed away the stench of the creature before her chair.
"You think very highly of yourself, manthing, if you think you'd ever be worthy of my table, much less my cellar. Daughters, you can have fun with this one. Just make sure there's enough left for a new scarecrow."