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@fillesdesmort
❝ HER FATHER WAS HORRIBLE. ❞
❝ WHAT ABOUT HER? ❞
❝ A WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING, I BET.
SHE'S A HYBRID. ❞
𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭 ;
original character based in the lore of 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓈, loved in different universes
associated with other blogs, all follows will come from @antoniwrites
a study in: public judgement, inherited enemies, the cruelty of humans and society, sins of your parents being passed down to you, anger issues
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"Do you see all of this? It's trash. Absolute trash."
"My bad, let me dip into the savings I don't have to redo my apartment to your liking, Your Majesty."
@sheroaredlouder [ x ]
new orleans was beautiful this time of year. of course, it had its beauty all year round, but then, things were exceptional. festivals abound and jazz music filled the air, singing to alexandria’s soul. on the balcony of her motel room, she watched as people marched along, danced, and drank themselves into a merry oblivion. she found that people, the normies; the ones who did not classify as hunter or monster, were absolutely hilarious when they were intoxicated. this did not mean, however, that she was in any rush to be old enough to so herself. she felt her way of life was making her grow up too quickly already, sometimes; though, she would never dare breathe life into those words, for fear her father and mother would know, and make her retire her weapons, early; at least temporarily.
she observed for a while before finally deciding to leave the hotel room. she would not go far, just walk a couple blocks so that she may be apart of it all. her sister elected to stay there, wishing to keep her nose buried in the lore books. she was so much like their mom; then again, sam would always argue they both equally embodied the best and the worst in them. quickly, she descended the staircase, finding elevators to be abhorrent. soon, she finds herself among a truly fantastical crowd; so mystical, mythical in nature. awestruck, she smiled from ear to ear, unable to contain her glee. she watched as musicians, street performers, and locals passed her by, not regarding her more than with simple nods or smiles. that was not what stood out to her.
rather, it was a peculiar girl on the other side of bourbon street, who seemed to be watching her; following her. pausing, she watched her for a long moment, and almost instinctively she allowed her hand to traverse to where she stashed her blade. the winchester brood were hunting out a coven of witches, all too eager to shut them down. alexandria was all too aware that retaliation and surveillance that were not merely a possibility, but a probability. she also took into consideration that this could have absolutely nothing to do with their case. it could be a whole other entity entirely, for this city was all too notoriously well known by hunters big and small as a mecca for all things supernatural. it was a coin toss, but she was not going to take any chances either way. brows furrow as her mouth hangs agape, she shakes her head in stunned disbelief. she dared to not tear her eyes from the stranger, for fear of letting her guard down for even one second too long. she had learned rather quickly what letting your guard down could result in. she was not ready to die, not yet.
“ – what the hell? “ she questioned in the form of a whisper, more to herself and the open air than anyone or anything else. she was then more determined than ever to figure out what exactly was going on here, and wrap up this case. the all too imaginative idea crossed her mind that maybe they would be able to end this in time to enjoy the end of the festivities, and hit the road; back to lebanon.
Giselle had been alerted that there might be some hunters in the area, for what, no one was quite sure. There were so many different kinds of supernatural creatures here, it could be any of them. It was easy to detect them. Anyone who was weary, cautious, and lost. Those who were cautious but knew where they were going were locals, apart of the community.
Seeing that the girl noticed her staring, she didn't quickly look away. The hybrid knew better than that. Giselle was trained better than that. Instead, she remained eye contact with her, and slipped into an alleyway until she disappeared into darkness. Whether or not the girl would decide to follow her would be up to her. But she really hoped she did.
" That's it...come follow me sweetheart. "
ELENA DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION. what was normal for her nowadays? was it just the typical going to class, hanging out with friends, and pretending to like the taste of pizza despite being a vampire? or was normal now for her blood in mugs, smelling someone injured from miles away, and eavesdropping on conversations that were taking place on floors below her? there were perks to this life but it didn't beat the simplicity of human life and knowing when it was going to end. this was something she'd have to live with her for the rest of her life; this secret that ate her up and caused her to hurt others if she wasn't careful. she shrugged at first in response, “ you're not wrong there [ .... ] i don't know. wouldn't it be getting buzzed at this party or meeting a cute boy ? because neither of those things have happened to me since i've gotten here and let me tell you just how unfair that is ” she chuckled, blushing slightly. she wanted to tell her friend so badly why she craved typical societal things to happen to her but she couldn't. there was no telling how she might respond to a dark secret like that. she turned to face her friend, “ what about you ? anything crazy, but normal, you want to happen tonight ? ” she asked, attempting some finishing touches to the curls that bounced on her shoulders.
❝ I'm from ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʀʟᴇᴀɴꜱ and I don't think anything is ordinary there. ❞ It was true, nothing was normal in New Orleans, not even the humans had a normal life. The locals at least didn't. ❝ I'll take dancing to music and maybe meeting someone cute that might like me back. I know it doesn't sound crazy but- ❞ Giselle paused as she put on some lip gloss over her lipstick. Putting her makeup away, she made some last minute touches on her look out and looked at Elena.
❝ My family has a...reputation back home and I didn't get those classic high school moments. My aunt made me stay at home where nothing bad would happen to me. ❞
THIS PARTY AT WHITMORE WAS IMPORTANT FOR ELENA. she just wanted to get back to a semi-normal life even if that meant living as a vampire and passing as a human. how long could she keep this charade up before someone caught onto her and caroline? it wasn't fair. she didn't ask for this kind of life, she just wanted to attend college with her best friends and become a doctor just like she had been dreaming of for several years. @fillesdesmort was a new friend of hers she had made in one of her classes. elena didn't know too much about her yet and wondered if giselle knew about the supernatural things that lurked amongst the humans. she couldn't outwardly ask her that, though, that'd give away her position. she had to slowly get to know this girl and that's what part of tonight was about. “ everything has to go fine tonight. it doesn't have to go good but it certainly has to go normal. can we go one night without something ----- weird happening ? ” she mumbled to herself as she reapplied her lip gloss, standing next to giselle.
An idyllic escape to a college in Virginia is what Giselle needed. She needed to escape New Orleans and all of the supernatural politics that she has been wrapped up in for most of her life. A witch with the werewolf gene was at a normal place and no one knew who she was. Not her infamous father, nothing. She had made some friends in her classes, one of them was Elena. She had even invited her over to her dorm to get ready for a party that was happening later that night. She was applying some mascara while her friend reapplied some lip gloss in front of her mirror.
❝ I mean, I think some of the things that have been happening on campus have been weird but normal for college. I've heard crazier things happening at bigger schools, like at Virginia Tech. What's normal to you? ❞
half smoked marijuana cigarette is extended towards the other. "care for a smoke?"
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❝ Sure. ❞ If she was honest with herself, she had no idea what normal weed would do to her as a werewolf-witch hybrid. Probably nothing. No different to how it would affect humans. ❝ Can't hurt, right? ❞
🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action. )
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𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖊 𝕯𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖘
Estelle Deveraux, born Estelle Dumas is the older sister of Giselle, and is also a werewolf-witch hybrid. Her father is Jonathan Dumas, serial killer who even brought national attention to their family. He was known for his ferocity. He used a moonlight ring to harness his wolf powers during the rest of the month. She’s only older by a year and a half, but she protects Giselle as much as she can, taking the worst of the ridicule that comes toward them. She is highly more skeptical than her younger sister, doing her best to shield her from the harsh opinions that the supernatural community of New Orleans had towards their father.
Unlike Giselle, she actually triggered her werewolf curse. She was taken to court over it, but it was justified due to self defense. Marcel Gerard was sick and tired over this war, targeting children over the actions of a now dead man. They were punished enough with the murder of their mother. He made them untouchable. Any harm done to them with purpose resulted in death.
He started forward to try and help her as she fell --- but hesitated. Her reception to him had been...lukewarm at best, despite the fact that all he'd done so far was offer her some clothes.
If she was gonna be rude, he was gonna take his shirt back.
“ I mean . . . it's the forest? It's kinda KNOWN for being away from people and peaceful, ” he deadpanned, a bit annoyed by the incorrect assumption. “ I wasn't EXPECTING to find a naked, passed out werewolf on my morning hike, ” he gave her a pointed look. “ I was on my way to check on you and cover you up when you woke up. ” woke up and chose verbal violence apparently. The fact that she had to ask what he was had him frowning. “ what, do you just...not use your nose? ” it was a genuine question. “ Fox. ”
His question of why she didn't just use her nose jabbed at her side. The repercussion of her not being raised amongst werewolves, but among witches instead caused her not to know how to use her werewolf senses. Giselle couldn't help but look away from him as she crawled to a tree that was right next to her and used it to stand back up. ❝ I...don't know how to use it. I wasn't raised by werewolves. My dad's pack...it just wasn't an option. ❞
Between the date and what she'd just said, Nox was all but positive she was a werewolf. A few subtle, deliberate sniffs of the air confirmed it; “ you're a werewolf, right? ” He raised his brows, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking her way as she stood, at least a little better clothed than before. There was no point in dancing around it -- they were in the middle of the woods, and the only sound he'd heard for miles around had been nature; no one would overhear.
“ I'm a lot better than you are, I bet, ” he shot back with a shrug, though there was no malice in his words. She wasn't the first wolf he'd met, and the others had told him that forced shifting like that HURTS. “ I'm here because I'm --- ” he cut off his knee-jerk snarky response, and finished a moment later, a bit softer, “ I wanted to get away for a while. ”
She didn't like not knowing anything about the other person who already figured out that she was a werewolf. Giselle tried to not make her face falter, but when she took a step forward, her knee buckled and she fell to the ground. Letting out quiet sounds of pain, she stayed on the ground and looked up at him.
❝ You wanted to get away, so you somehow found me in the depth of the woods and...watched me sleep? And what are you? ❞ Her voice was strained, clearly frustrated.
“ . . . you're naked --- ” very smooth, Nox.
He shook his head quickly, finishing shrugging out of the button-down he'd been in the process of removing when her stirring had snapped the fox's attention back to her. “ I mean --- here. ” he thrust the hand holding his shirt out towards her as he pointedly turned his gaze elsewhere. Not that it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before (and he had the scars to prove it), but he figured it was only polite to offer what privacy he could. And he was pretty sure he'd hear her moving in time to bolt if she tried anything while his gaze was averted.
“ are you o k a y ? ”
❝ ...Yeah. It tends to happen. ❞
Giselle looked him up and down, assessing him as he shrugged off his button-down to give to her. Throwing it on, it was long enough to cover her up, so she stood up. ❝ I'm fine. Are you? ❞ She couldn't help but squint in his direction. A normal person would be concerned that there's a naked girl in the woods, like she almost got killed. ❝ Why are you here? ❞
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The morning after was always the worst. Giselle hated waking up the day after a full moon. It felt like a really bad blacked out hangover. Head hurts, not knowing what happened the night before. This morning, it was really bad. Slowly starting to adjust to her vision around her, she started to sit up. She looked to her right, and there was a person, a man, looking right at her. She just made direct eye contact with him.
❝ Can I help you? ❞
❝ HER FATHER WAS HORRIBLE. ❞
❝ WHAT ABOUT HER? ❞
❝ A WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING, I BET.
SHE'S A HYBRID. ❞
𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭 ;
original character based in the lore of 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓈, loved in different universes
associated with other blogs, all follows will come from @antoniwrites
a study in: public judgement, inherited enemies, the cruelty of humans and society, sins of your parents being passed down to you, anger issues
carrd | open starters | aesthetics | starter calls
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THEODOSIA IS NOT VERY amused by giselle's back talk , but she knows she's right . there's not much for the other to do , seeing as she's not in her wolf form and the shackles she's bound by are enchanted in such a way that means she can't use her magic . she's essentially just a human like this .
❛ ENOUGH TALKING FROM YOU . ❜ she snaps , pressing down further on giselle's chest before she releases her and rises to her feet , ❛ i will allow you some food , and then i will be having a chat with you about why you're in this predicament . ❜ she motions for her underlings to take giselle back to her cell with an elegant hand .
Taking in everything that Theo was saying, she smiled on the inside. She didn't prove me wrong, Giselle thought. After she was carried back to her cell, she looked at her shackles. Trying to pull magic from her werewolf side, she focused really hard. But there was nothing.
Confused, Giselle tried harder. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. She was confused, she should be able to do magic. She was thinking it through for a while, until she remembered hearing about a dark item from New Orleans called the 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓼. She heard that it prevented any witch from doing magic. But there was only 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗. Bringing her wrists up to her eyes, she looked at them. ❝ This is about dad... ❞ Letting out a defeated sigh, she slammed her hands down on her legs.
❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭. ❞
THEODOSIA WATCHES AS GISILLE'S limp , naked body is unceremoniously dropped at her feet by two of her high ranking cult members and she graciously thanks them before signaling with a hand for them to step back as she kneels down by her pet's side . she turns her over onto her back , one hand pressing down on the center of her chest as a reminder for her not to try getting up . this isn't because of the pain giselle is surely in , but because theodosia simply doesn't feel like dealing with a fight first thing in the morning .
❛ ARE YOU GOING TO be good ? or should i not give you clothes to wear and food to eat ? ❜ theo does not plan on keeping her naked for any sexual purposes . it's purely as a humiliation tactic . though , she would not fight it , if dragomir decided to come down to the dungeons and have his way with her . but , that's a thought for another time . she'll cross that bridge when she gets to it . expression turns expectant , one elegant brow quirking up as she presses down harder on giselle's chest , ❛ hm ? ❜
𝕲iselle was still waking up. Everything was a B L U R. The pain. The wolfsbane. It was all so much. Hoping it was a dream. Theodosia had already seen her naked, but she still felt utterly humiliated. Managing to rub her eyes with her hands, the other's face had become clearer.
❝ Theo... ❞ Giselle said, with a raspy voice and a sigh. ❝ You drug me...ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ me...torture me. 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓 me. I'm naked. What could I do to be bad? ❞ Sighing even more, she looked up at her. ❝ Besides. You know I like to be a 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. ❞
THEODOSIA LETS OUT A laugh , the sound somehow enchanting and cruel at the same time as she watches giselle scream in agony , ❛ oh , my dear girl . i am not a groupie . i am a leader . ❜ she states simply , amusement and condescension laced within her tone , with an elegant flourish of her hand before she clasps them in front of herself gracefully , ❛ more wolfsbane ! i want her to suffer as much as possible . ❜ why ? for her amusement , of course .
𝕲iselle's eyes squinted up at her, but her mind was breaking down on the inside. She didn't have enough energy to speak anymore, her lungs were filling up more and more with wolfsbane. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚. Is all she could think to herself as she was shouting out in pain from her bones breaking, and her lungs closing up as the wolfsbane got more into her system. More and more, it never stopped. Not until she was a wolf, and even long after that.
The 𝖍𝖞𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉 woke up cold and naked on the cell floor, shackles still on her neck, wrists, and ankles. Giselle was barely awake when she felt the grip of two people carrying her out of the cell with the restraints still on.
