All Saint's

Kore Toussaint x Werewolf x Thief

[korextoussaint]

@gabrielxnikephoros​

The library was small and unassuming, not quite what the wolf was expecting but she supposed it would have to do. In all likelihood there was something within these four walls to sate her, sharp eyes moved about the rows before she happened across an unfortunate looking individual reshelving books. She glossed over several copies of the Iliad and turned up her nose at the staff recommendations section. “Do you have any other suggestions?” Kore found herself asking, desperately hoping that this specific employee hadn’t put this little display together. 

[korextoussaint]

yara-oliveira​:

for: open

location: ancient corinth ruins

What remained were ruins. It was funny how memory filled in the gaps, like the haze of tears on squinted eyes, light illusions built the crumbled columns again and restored the streets. Medea could see the pathways she would walk with her boys, and the courtyard she spent afternoons in, breathing in the cool air that came off the ocean. It was a bitter melancholy, anger pricking and overwhelming the pain when she thought of how it could have been her last memories— that stolen happiness in her first home. Now, with nowhere for the anger to go, she released her clenched hand, reddened half-moons bitten into the tender creases of her palm, and turned to make the long walk back to the modern city. It was a solitary pilgrimage— strangely quiet without the chatter of noisy tourists, and she stiffened when she saw she was no longer alone. “Watch your step,” she called, closing the gap between them, “nobody wants a twisted ankle from some loose cobblestone this early in the morning.”

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The wolf stalked what she assumed to be easy prey under the dim light of a dark moon, watching as the woman moved about the ruins as if she was watching them through a broken lens. Seeing shapes and places that were invisible to the naked eye. There was something about this one’s essence too, perceived only through the eyes of the wolf that could see the essence of the woman within. Kore watched her for a time from the shadows, a black wolf that stalked the edges of trees and wandered downwind as any hunter followed prey. When the stranger approached the city, Kore ducked away, if only to change her shape and pull on something appropriate for the dawn. “You make this trek often?” Kore questioned, “Seems like you know the way pretty well.”

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winterdupont​:

“I’ve never been. I hear the winter’s there are absolutely beautiful.” Cold, nothing like the mild one she’d just experienced last year in Corinth, but it was a little appealing. There was something pleasing about seeing branches of pines heavy with snow. But despite the name she’d chosen for herself, she would rather view such a thing from inside while cozied up with one of their romance novels. Winter gave a slight shake of her head at Kore’s question, briefly thinking of Celeste. “My siblings are here. My brother and sister came to see me and are now staying in the bay.” They were all happier here, she thought. “What brought you to the bay?”

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“They’re certainly cold.” Kore laughed, snow, copious amounts of snow. There was a beauty to that as well she supposed, but the memories were not warm. They were sharp at the edges, unrefined and harsh. In retrospect there were moments of happiness, snowball fights through deep trenches with Saint, hiding in the depths of the dark forest. “It seems to happen that way, doesn’t it?” She smiled, “People come here and never seem to leave. I came here for a man, he’s something of a brother to me as well. But this place...” Kore gestured about her, “It holds you, now that I’m here I have no intention of leaving.”

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lilayildirim​:

“I have a buyer interested in having us procure a ring of magical origin from one of his rivals. It’s an heirloom piece, though, which means separating it from it’s current owner will be the tricky part.” Lila pauses, giving a thoughtful glance over in Kore’s direction. “Without taking the entire hand from the man who wears it.” Though she has no issue with the werewolf’s penchant for violence, this calls for a more delicate touch, or else they wouldn’t get paid. “He made clear he doesn’t want blood, only humiliation.” ( @korextoussaint​ )

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Lila had read her mind and Kore almost pouts when the simplest solution is all but ripped from her claws. The whole arm would do too, naturally. “Remove a piece of jewellery that’s magically tied to the owner,” Kore relegated simply, “sounds like the job of a witch with an extra supply of magic.” The werewolf suggested, her smile slight but wide, like a snake cracking a smirk. Kore had no qualms with being used by the other, there was trust between them. "Removing the ring can be done easily enough, especially if that connection is temporarily interrupted. What form does this humiliation need to take?”

[korextoussaint]

zurxworkneh​:

“Who’s your friend?” Zuri wouldn’t know them but it was still a good thing to ask. Corinth was such a small place, it was easy to run into someone here. “That was my plan but an old friend of mine brought me here,” she answered. Though, it was more like dragged Zuri to Greece. “I wasn’t too happy to be here but some of my old crewmates are here as well. So I’ve decided to stay for the time being.”

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“Saint,” Kore offered, she’d filled Zuri in on the man that was like a brother to her. He was powerful now, perhaps too powerful to truly need her like she still felt she needed him, though the wolf was far too proud to ever voice such a thing out loud. “Your crewmates?” Kore asked, almost incredulous. “So there are more of you pirates wandering the streets?” She joked lightly, though there was no small part of the wolf that was excited by the prospect of meeting more of them. If they were half as fun as Zuri then the wolf was certain she could find it in her to get along with them.

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winterdupont​:

It is oddly refreshing to hear her native tongue after nearly two years in Greece. Winter’s smile goes all the way up to her eyes. She’d noticed the hint of an accent, it felt rare to find someone there in Corinth who didn’t have one, everyone spoke their Greek a bit different, if they spoke any at all. “Near Marseille, we used to come here to the beaches when I was very young.” If she’d packed up enough money, or sold a multitude of her designer pieces, maybe she’d have tried to rent the beach house they’d once vacationed in, too. “I miss it sometimes” Seeing the young women dressed like it was fashion week in the streets just to go get coffee, the smells of going past the bakeries, the architecture. Even her parent’s home, sometimes she missed the gilded cage. “Did you live in France or were you local?”

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“It sounds nice.” The crispness of Winter’s accent spoke of her upbringing, Kore didn’t need to hear about vacations or beach homes to know that the girl who sat next to her now came from money. It was in the clothes she wore, in the lines of her polished accent. That was the life Kore had craved when she was a child, it was the one she’d come into now: distilled through blood, greed, and hard work. “Quebecois.” Kore said instead, “The land of the midnight Sun.” Dark, cold, and unforgiving for months out of the year, then bright and warm all Summer. You could sit on the beach for all day and night and simply watch the sun circle the sky, that wasn’t what Kore remembered though- just what had come after. “Is your family here in the city with you?”

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ladasokolov​:

Lada was always interested in the feminine-presenting people that found themselves in Mokosh. She had noticed a lot of the time that they didn’t usually end up in places like this. Where she was from at least. It was different there than it was in Corinth though. They were common when a place such as this was so accepting of all kinds of people. However, the only people she was interested in were the ones she could take the souls of. And this one was just that kind of person to her. A werewolf with magic flowing through their veins. What wasn’t to like? “Unfortunately, so. They lose their braincells as soon as they see a pair of tits in their face. How unfortunate.”

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“Typical.” Kore commented simply before she polished off the drink and turned her attention fully towards the owner of the bar, though her gaze occasionally trickled over to the stage before it found its way back to the young woman. “But that’s operating under the assumption that they have any to start with.” The wolf commented, “That hasn’t been my experience.” Kore added before she canted her head to the side and decided a proper introduction was in order. She extended her hand towards the woman in greeting, “Kore.”

[korextoussaint]

ladasokolov​:

open starter for @corinthbaystarters​

Lada felt like it was just a shitty night at the club, but that didn’t mean she was going to let people get away with anything. No, they would have to deal with her first. Like this guy that was far too drunk for her liking. “Get him out of here,” was all she said to one of her bartenders before she turned to the person nearest to her. Perhaps they would be her dinner for the evening. “Men, right?”

-

Unnaturally attractive was the only way of describing the apparent owner of this establishment. She was young too. Kore wasn’t easily impressed but this one had managed as much with little more than her presence accompanied by a few simple words. “Each one as irredeemable as the last.” Kore said simply as her gaze drifted from the owner of the club to the drink that Kore held in her hand, she took a sip of bourbon and exhaled through the familiar burn that accompanied it. “You must get a lot of the same in here.”

[korextoussaint]

@prunellelefebvre​

Location: Temple of Apollo

The full moon was a week away and already Kore could feel its power quietly creeping under her veins. Corinth was a wealthy city, or so the werewolf had been told. As of yet she was unimpressed, besides a fanclub devoted to the same range of trashy romance novels she adored, and a genasi that was more of a brother to her than anything, there was little that piqued her interest. A pack of wolves circles this place, high in number but united by little more than self-interest. As far as she could tell anyways. Were it not for Saint she never would have come here, there were easier marks, sure, but the wolf had an interest in magical items and artifacts that bordered on obsession - she wished to possess everything she saw, and it was not enough for her to be know, Kore wanted to be feared. 

The scent of magic filled the air, familiar as an old friend the tether she felt to all witches beckoned her. This was no call though, merely the presence of a power to which Kore was well acquainted. She’d been raised within a coven, one that the wolf ultimately helped destroy, but a coven just the same. “They say magic was created right here,” Kore said as she pointed at the ground beneath her feet, dark hair fell across her shoulders as she turned towards the woman that approached. “leave it to the Greeks to place themselves at the center of everything.” 

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zurxworkneh​:

An old friend of hers, someone’s company whom she actually enjoyed. “You’ve gotten better,” Zuri said, releasing the other’s wrist and swiping her wallet, though she doesn’t take the bracelet. “You can keep that, it’s not mine anyways.” She swiped it just recently from someone else. “Likewise, Kore. What a surprise to find you here in Corinth.”

-

“Mediocrity has never interested me.” Kore couldn’t be just good, or passable. She wanted to be great. She hungered for it, desired for it. Anyone who settled for less was a waste as far as the wolf was concerned. “A friend is here, up to no good as usual. He’s lost without me.” Kore said candidly, “I’m surprised to see you again, here I was thinking you’d retired to your books forever. Why Greece?”

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winterdupont​:

“I think it’s a breath of fresh air after something like 50 Shades was so popular.” It’s not like she’d ever really meant to get into the smutty romance novels, it’d started as a bit of a joke and now…Well it was an entire bookclub mostly dedicated to them. It was ironic, she thinks, they all poke fun at some of the wackier titles, but some of them wind up being actual gems. “Definitely better than that Wattpad fic that got adapted for Netflix that we read last month.” Winter scoffs before looking over at the wolf with a grin. “If I had to read the word ‘member’ one more time I think I was going to start praying to Hecate to give me pyrokinesis.”

-

“Do you read anything other than smut here?” Kore asked candidly, it was entertaining but nothing about what they were consuming was particularly thought provoking. Saint would undoubtedly get a laugh out of this, Kore and her love for trashy romance disintegrating into fiction that started off on the internet. “And to be frank if I have to read about another man’s engorged  heat I might take it upon myself to destroy every copy in this city.” She said with a sigh as she set the book down on the table. Most witches inherently earned Kore’s dislike, but Winter was a woman, so she already had at least some level of the wolf’s approval. It helped that she seemed to enjoy reading as much as she did. “Your accent,” Kore commented, recognizing the french that laced Winter’s words as it did her own. Though the other’s was far cleaner. The wolf switched from Greek to French with ease. “Where in France are you from?”

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kitxberker​:

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Kit had been warned there would be other werewolves like this, ones who were more wolf than human. But to say he wasn’t intrigued would be a lie, this was a side of lycanthropy he had been avoiding, and this woman embraced it wholeheartedly. Although Kit absolutely did not approve of killing needlessly, but she had an unapologetic and seemingly carefree way of living that Kit almost craved. Watching her under a scrutinizing stare, he leaned back a bit as she stepped closer to him; although he currently was getting more comfortable the longer she stuck around, he wasn’t 100% sure she wouldn’t try ripping out his throat next. “You sound like a villain.” he commented plainly, a nervous smile ghosting his lips. But, absolutely he felt it. Anytime his emotions got the better of him, anytime he got angry he could feel that unbridled rage to destroy. He did his hardest to swallow those feelings down. When she walked away to wash the blood of her hands Kit let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. Really he should just leave, get away from her while he had the chance, nothing good could possibly come from associating with someone with such little care for human life. But, he found himself staying. “Kore? Is that short for something?” he found himself speaking before thinking, rolling his eyes at the park ranger comment. “I’m Kit…you – you aren’t part of any packs around here are you?” the last thing he wanted to look out for was a whole pack with the same mindset as Kore. 

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“All I am is someone who does what they please, I have power, hunger - desire. And I act on them how I see fit.” Kore laughed, “If that makes me a villain then so be it. This world is kill or be killed, I choose the former.” Whatever wounded creature she’d stumbled into the woods as as a child should have died out there, but she didn’t. Kore survived against all the odds by embracing the monster that so many feared, she didn’t care what words men used to paint her as, there were few people whose opinions mattered to her but none more so than her own. “Just Kore.” She said simply, though his next question prompted a pointed roll of the wolf’s eyes. “Packs are for the weak - as if I would submit myself to the beck and call of some alpha who thinks themselves my better. I look after myself. You would be smart to do the same.”

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saintcorvin​:

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The theatrics had not changed and Saint watched in idle amusement as Kore made a show of revealing her prize. He admired her resolve, how the bones shattered and reformed, fissures breaking on fresh skin without ever betraying any amount of pain on her features. In the low light, she looked severe, dangerous as cut glass and it struck him rather suddenly that he was, genuinely, glad for her return. Still, her narrative was not one to interrupt, and he lifted his chin in response. He had read of them, as he had most covens of notable power. “And now it’s mine.” Saint reached for it, his thumb brushing away dark earth from the gold. He was greedy, and hungered for power and the amulet radiated it. “Destiny sits in this?” The genasi reached to tip Kore’s chin up, smudging it with black soil. “You’ve outdone yourself.” Fingers wrapped around the amulet for a moment, before he tucked it into his pocket. Later, he would seek out more about it, unravel its mysteries as he did most things, picking them apart to find truths. “Are you staying in the city?” Saint offered a grin. “I’ve got a house, a snake and a roommate. Only one of those bites, and the other should be moving out soon.” A few more flickering lights had to be the tipping point, but he would sorely miss having someone around to feed Nagini regularly.

-

“So they say.” Kore said simply as she watched Saint’s greedily paw at the amulet with an obvious hunger behind his eyes. The wolf watched interest move about his features and garnered her own sense of satisfaction from this, she cared little for the opinions of others. Saint was the one exception and his approval sent a small flutter in her chest that she passed off with a simple smile. “I would do more.” The wolf added before she  brushed the blackened soil from her features that he’d left behind. “Friend of yours?” Kore questioned, a small flare of jealousy in her tone as she spoke. Moving in with Saint was the obvious choice, not because she needed a roommate but because she needed to be close to him, he was powerful but he was still mortal. She would protect him. 

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kitxberker​:

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Unable to stop himself, his eyes trailed over her nude figure streaks of blood still painted up her body where the water didn’t wipe clean. The way she laughed, so sharp her voice that sent a chill down Kit’s spine. She was a wolf with a human mask, wild and dangerous. He tore his eyes away from her as she emerged from the cold running waters. Able to feel his face getting hot, but his heart still raced with an uncertain fear. As she stepped closer he stepped back, although he couldn’t find will to turn his back to her, her menacing aura holding him in a tightening grip. Maybe it was because he was born human; whenever he awoke after a night of his wolf breaking out and found himself eating another human he’d throw up, the thought sickened him. Clearing his throat, of course he didn’t approve.  “There’s plenty of animals out here if you were really hungry,” he shot back, even as he tried to still his emotions. He’d been doing so well, keeping himself calm; he didn’t want to lose control. Not now with a clearly much more powerful werewolf in the vicinity. “He’s just a human, of course he’s weak. You didn’t have to kill him.” her eyes burned into him, and he was unable to tear his gaze away. Caught in her claws. “Who are you?” 

-

Every man Kore had ever met save for one was about as predictable as they were stupid, humans were all the same: brittle, naive, easy marks each of them. Kore’s world was consumption and control, if there was something that she wanted she took it, if there was an impulse that she felt then she went for it. A frightened little girl lost in the midnight sun had found a weapon inside herself: strong, unyielding, and unbroken. “You’re right of course,” Kore snapped back, her grin wide and wolfish as she did, “I didn’t have to. I wanted to. I was bored, and the only interesting thing about him was how he died.” If the mood struck the wolf would have hunted anything or anyone that crossed her path, she was loyal to only a few, but almost none more so than to herself. “You’re telling me you don’t ever feel it-?” Kore questioned as she stepped closer, “the desire to tear someone apart with your teeth?” There was nothing quite like it really, but she was long past pretending to be anything but the monster that lurked in the woods. Kore turned away from the stranger at last to dip her hands into the stream for a final time to liberate bits of flesh from under her nails. Unworried that the anxious creature behind her would try anything, though it might prove amusing if he did. “My name is Kore,” she looked over her shoulder at him and shook her hands before she stood again, “what do they call you, park ranger?”

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kitxberker​:

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A cold wave embalmed him as the hairs rose on the back of his neck and his mouth ran dry, there was that familiar feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach; often reserved for when he woke up after a shift. But this time it was not from something he had done. The mangled unrecognizable corpse of the hiker he’d passed only an hour earlier, it stood out with bright red against the pale blues the light of the moon cast over the woods and river. The woman who had emerged from the skin of the wolf terrified him more than the wolf itself had, the way her teeth glinted in the moonlight, and dark eyes shone with nonchalant mischief the moment she had spotted him. It made his heart freeze and stomach feel icy. He’d run into plenty of other werewolves, but this one. This one was different and everything about her had him on edge, like she had a knife already at his back. “I – I don’t know him…” almost a lie, they’d met in passing. His name was Aleks he was an exchange student from Germany, he hiked half way up Mount Everest but quit. Kit made a point of not looking at what remained of him again. Instead watching as blood washed away from her skin and he felt mesmerized by it drifting down the slowly running water. “Why did you kill him?” 

-

It was true what they said, an animal could smell fear and this one reeked of it. The water did little to cleanse her the crimson blood ran clear and viscous as she seemingly approached the strange wolf, unabashed and shameless as Kore waded through cold waters. Her laugh was loud and cruel, akin to a she wolf that howled against the moon. Kore’s head rocked backwards before her gaze canted towards the boy who was more pup than beast. “Why?” She had no answer that would satisfy a soft-hearted man, the why should have been obvious, Kore was a hunter, and that human had been little more than prey. “Because I was hungry.” The wolf said simply as she ascended the bank and passed the stranger to retrieve the garment she’d tossed aside before she had transformed and lunged upon the hiker. Kore slipped into the dress with ease, her hands still revealed the depravity of her crimes but she cared little to conceal them out here in the wilderness. These trees, the moonlight - only a fool entered the woods alone. “And he was weak.”  Dark eyes stalked him with waning curiosity before Kore canted her head to the side, “I take it you don’t approve?”

[korextoussaint]

@kitxberker​

The sickening sound of bones breaking between the wolf’s jaw receded as black fur traded places for the skin of the human. Blood stained her cheeks and ran down her chin, viscera cluttered her nails as Elodie dragged the back of her wrist across her mouth and served to smear the blood further across her face. She sniffed the air and turned to look at the man who stood on the opposite side of the river, a smile laced her features as Elodie caught the familiar scent of a wolf. The woman didn’t care much for who she killed, the mess of a corpse at her feet was hardly recognizable as human save for the tattered flannel and jeans that still clung to the hiker’s frame. “Didn’t realize I had an audience.” Elodie said simply as she stepped forward shamelessly and waded into the water, her hands dipped into the cold river and stained the current crimson before she splashed some on her face. “Sorry, was he yours?”

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zurxworkneh​:

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : DIONYSUS’S W / ANYONE @corinthbaystarters​

It was always so amusing to see someone trying to steal from her, whether the person was a pro or not, Zuri found it all too entertaining. So when the other bumped into her and tried to swipe her wallet from her back pocket, she was quick to react as her hand grabbed their wrist. Her eyes were filled with both annoyance and playfulness. “I believe what you’re holding belongs to me so please, hand it back before we both get kicked out of this lovely establishment.”​

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It was just a bit of harmless fun between old friends. Kore saw an opportunity and so she took it, though Zuri was quick to snatch the wolf’s wrist in the process, the thief was a professional for a reason. “Apologies.” The wolf cooed as she held the wallet out for the fury to take, Kore extended her free hand and let a small bracelet dangle from her fingers. “But did you want your wallet back, or this?” Kore smiled, “It’s good to see you again Zuri.”