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Independent supernatural hunter OC. JONATHAN ISAAC EVERITT. Explores a man neither being entirely human nor a werewolf but forced to stand somewhere in between after a werewolf killed his parents and slashed him, leaving him with lycanthropic traits. OC, AU, multi-muse && crossover friendly. MUN && MUSE 21+

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"Sure helps... although, some days it jus' makes y'wanna give it all up." John found himself being completely honest, seeing no reason to hide the fact. "You reach my age 'n' all sortsa thoughts start runnin' through your head. Some part of ya wants to hold onto to everythin' you are, everythin' y'used to be, while the other..." He paused for a moment, realising he was treading down a darker trail of thought. "Sometimes, y'gotta battle with that lil voice in your head that jus' wants to give it all up 'n' fight the whole world, tear down everyone 'n' anyone who gets in your way." He'd seen it before, time after time, people and fellow supernatural beings giving into that darkness.

He'd felt that tug more than once himself.

"Y'got a daughter?" Jonathan asked as he turned his head to look over at the werewolf, brows raised a little in surprise. "Sure kept that one quiet." He teased a little, bringing up a hand to rest the back of his head against. "Cherish her. Truth is, I always wanted a kid, myself. Maybe a couple." He chuckled to himself. "Always fashioned sittin' outside on my front porch watchin' 'em playin' with a family dog, jus'... laughin' 'n' smilin'." It was nothing but a dream now. "I was always too scared to try... couldn't risk passin' on this shit to 'em. Near broke my late wife's heart. She deserved kids, she woulda made the best momma in the world." That, he'd had no doubt about. He'd offered to leave, to let her find someone who could give her what she wanted, but she'd refused, she wouldn't just up and leave him.

He still wondered if she should have.

Taking the flask, the hunter finished it off, leaning up onto an elbow as he looked at Ashe. "I mean it, y'know. Y'ever need a shoulder to lean on, y'come find me. Hell, I'll be 'round somewhere. Jus' gotta look."

Ashe listened pensively as John talked, occasionally taking a swig from his flask that he passed back and forth while they spoke. Ashe followed John's example and laid back on the ground-- not caring that it ruffled his vest or any dirt that might get onto it.

"I know it was long ago for you, but my condolences for your loss," Ashe started as he turned his head to John with a gentle smile. "And... I'm happy that you keep all those happy memories with you. Maybe that's how you've kept your sanity all this time-- by rememberin' all the good that's happened," Ashe theorized before shaking his head and closing his eyes.

"It's... definitely somethin' I'll have to encounter one day-- especially since my daughter didn't get any of my bestial nature." As far as Ashe knew, at least. "When the time comes, I'll hold you to your word. I'm sure I'll need a shoulder for comfort."

"But in the meantime..." Ashe offered the last of the whiskey to John with a quick smile. "We have whiskey, friendship, and a whole night to lean on each other if need be."

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Sometimes it was nice to live like an everyday person. When he wasn't off on another hunting trip, the lycanthropy-infected man didn't mind settling down, even if only for a while. Usually, he could manage a few months at most, find a job somewhere, some apartment, anything to keep a roof over his head and food in his stomach.

But above all, something that kept him a part of this world and the people in it.

The end of another night behind the bar was inching in, already keeping the place open longer than was legal, but the local police never said anything, there was usually one or two of them passed out dotted around the place at stupid o'clock anyway. John was practically babysitting at this point.

Though not all of his patrons were blackout drunk, it seemed. "Hey there." The Texan warmed as he leaned his elbows against the bar. Yet something caught him as he neared, a whiff of the man's scent striking familiarity. But how? He didn't recognise that face. "Y'lookin' for a drink?"

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✧ ━ clearwater, texas . they'd gotten a lead of some mild poltergeist activity , gotten in && out pretty quickly and were ready to wipe their hands of this dusty little cowboy town and get back on the road. as tradition goes , however , they'd ended up in a run - down biker adjacent bar before that was possible. it left him annoyed , tired. this felt like a waste of time and sam never saw all that much appeal in slamming back alcohol on a weekday regardless. bar food , however , was disgusting and comforting all the same.

waving a hand to the bartender , sam was well aware it was nearing closing time. there were hardly any patrons left in the joint , and those that were had surpassed the legal blood alcohol point a while ago. the locals were anything but friendly in the time they'd been in town : abrasive, territorial, guns slung on their hips in holsters. all he could hope was that the barstaff was a little kinder.

" hey there , excuse me ? "

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IAN BOHEN | Yellowstone 2x05 "Touching Your Enemy" (pt.2)

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@crownedinsin ∣ 🌵

"My senses might not be workin' on a full box of crayons, but... there's somethin' 'bout you. Like my whole body's warnin' me 'bout somethin'."

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@unseencne ∣ 🌵

"Anyone else get a real cold shiver down their spine? You... ain't like nothin' I've come 'cross before."

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@ofteaandmagic ∣ 🌵

"Hey, throw me that wrench there, please? Preferably at my hand 'n' not my head, if you'd be so kind."

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@smxkeyjxe ∣ 🌵

"Was gonna make a joke 'bout supernatural cowfolks, but... s'pose it'd be mighty hypocritical of me."

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@azrahel ∣ 🌵

"Shit, I don't know who you are, but your scent got me feelin' real unneasy."

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@alwaysxinxtrouble ∣ 🌵

"Lookin' kinda lost over there. Everythin' alright?"

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@lodgetwins ∣ 🌵

"Well, this is gonna be interestin'... call it ol' age, but I got a distinct feelin' in my bones that somethin' ain't quite right 'round here."

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@bulletsnblood ∣ 🌵

"Looks like you're holdin' the whole world on 'em shoulders. Can I get ya a drink? 'n' no, before y'ask, I ain't comin' on to ya."

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@narrativeworshiped ∣ 🌵

"Hey, y'okay, kid? Looks like ya were miles away. Got somethin' in your mind?"

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NEVER STOP BEING OBSESSED WITH YOUR OCS 🫵

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ONE-LINER STARTER CALL

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