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Jethro Morgan Werewolf | Appears 26, 212 years old | Lone Werewolf “As my daddy used to say, ‘I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.’” ☉ Pure of Heart → 8,880 ☾ Corrupted Soul → 9,340

[river-castillo]

"And why would it feel safer sitting next to a complete stranger?"

[cursed-nile]

"Because I can throw you in the way of the psycho killer that comes bursting out of the bushes and escape with my life. Don't worry, your sacrifice will not have been in vain."

[river-castillo]

"There are many benches that are empty and available in this park, and yet you have chosen to sit here. Why?"

[cursed-nile]

"I don't know. Feels safer I guess."

[marketofstars]

"No—"               “No!”

"I don’t care if it looks like the devil spit up on her shoes, you can not under any circumstance tell a new pledge that."

It was biting control to keep her mouth in check, she loved her sisters, she did, but sometimes it was eerily like logic was dead.

[cursed-nile]

"When the hell was it a rule to be considerate about people's ugly ass shoes?" Jethro stared smugly down at the much smaller women, watching as her face turned as red as a bat out of hell.

"And if you aren't already aware, I don't exactly go here."

[cursed-nile]

Moon Thrillers

Who ➜ Jethro Morgan & Matt Hallagher & Red Hood Hunter When ➜ September of 1981 Summary ➜ Thirty-three years before Bindlebrim, a full moon hunt goes astray when Jethro runs into one of his old enemies. TW ➜ Blood, death, and uh gore just to be safe. Notes ➜ Written in the POV of the victim.

The naked man reached the end of the block, crossing the street, and stepped up on Matt’s block. As he passed by a brightly lit house on the right, Matt flinched. Suddenly, the man was wearing a full suit of black clothes. Or… was it some kind of dark jumpsuit? Even his face looked covered. He seemed even... shorter. Matt started frowning and questioned what he'd seen earlier. He was certain the man had been naked—he’d seen it clearly. Now, he appeared to be wearing something. Where did it come from? What was it? It didn't look quite right on him, Matt squinted. With the other streetlights behind him, Matt only saw what appeared to be a shaggy silhouette. Then something even stranger happened. The man hunched forward and walked that way for a few steps. Then dropped down on all fours. My God, is that some kind of... monkey? Matt thought. It didn't look quite like a monkey—then again, it didn't look quite like a man on all fours, either. It stopped moving after that. Matt focused his eyes on the impossibly dark figure standing against a brightly lit full moon night, but no matter how hard he tried, Matt just couldn't detail what he was seeing. What the fucking was he looking at? He soon decided his only option was to go back a couple blocks and hope it didn't follow. He forced himself to lift his foot off the ground to step backwards. His shoe made clapping sound as it hit the concrete and he immediately froze in horror.

The thing stopped too. It was strictly quadruped now—like a real goddamn animal—, and stood perfectly erect, listening. Matt stayed as still as he could. His breath was shallow and panicked and he tried to force himself to slow his breathing before he began wheezing like an asthmatic. His heart thundered in his chest, his whole body was shaking. But he didn't move. Neither did it. For a moment this seemed to go on forever, neither one making the move. It was finally Matt who broke the terrible silence by taking another step, fully anticipating the figure to do the same thing. Except this time it wasn't stopping, and this time it was faster. Much faster. Something began growling, and the sound became more intense as the figure neared. It's coming for me, oh fuck! Matt cried in his head, yet he still couldn't move. He was paralyzed, he couldn't move no matter how loud his head screamed for him to run. Whatever it was, it was getting closer. Now it was on Matt's block, and it was bigger than he thought. A lot bigger. And that's when the streetlight and moon lit the scene perfectly, enough for Matt to see a gigantic animal barreling right for him.

RUN YOU FUCK, RUN! Matt's paralysis broke and he took off back down the street in which he came from like a shot. Matt was a fast runner, there was no doubt about that; hopefully he'd be fast enough to outrun this thing. And it was a thing. Tall, sharp, and monstrous. Images of gnashing teeth and gigantic paws flooded his mind and spurred his legs to pump harder. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that although he knew it was behind him, he could hear nothing; not a footfall, not a breath. The chase ended almost as quickly as it started. The entire blood was covered in a second and the creature chased him into a dead end with long, graceful strides. He turned around instinctively, even though he knew better, Matt still turned around to get one last look in, and was greeted by a nightmare of fangs craned back to swallow him whole. An image suddenly came into his mind. An image of a wolf.

Again the moment went on forever, those fangs nearing him inch by fucking inch. It was finally the beast's howl of pain that broke the spell: an ear-splitting roar he could hear just fine over the popping blare of a gunshot. The noise drove the wind from his lungs, too. He gasped as the impact knocked him flat on his ass. He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath. Behind the rolling creature, a man—Matt was sure this time—rose up from the other side of the street carrying a rifle. Matt looked up, slowly, his eyes grew larger as he stared up into the cold eyes on the man's face. They were green but darkened by the shadow of his red broad rimmed hat. He was all dark in a blood read coat, black clothes under it, black gloves on his hands. The only thing that was not dark about him was the knife he pulled out, with its long, glinting silver blade.

Was this Matt's knight in shining armor? He could have been, even as the arm carrying the knife pulled back to stab that... monster whining in pain on the ground like something out of Friday the 13. Unfortunately, Matt would never get to know what would happen if they did meet. "Jesus!" Is what Matt shrieked. "Jesus!" His attacker had been shot in the stomach and all it did was drop it. That was apparently where the blade was supposed to come in but Matt knew immediately it would not be enough to finish the ground. Before the man in the broad brimmed hat could even so much as drag the weapon down, the creature caught its bearings and its massive paws shot out to knock him over with tremendous force, causing him to go falling on his back and hitting his head hard against the curb. It leapt on top of him, pinning him down, its face only inches from his. He fought hard, trying to get out from under it but the thing was too strong. Its jaws bit hard into the arm closest to it, digging into the flesh and ripping it clear off. The man with the broad brimmed hat felt nothing but excruciating pain after that. It rose up and slammed into his steel heart, overpowering it with agony. He screamed a high shrill scream, but his cry was abruptly cut off as the monstrous beast buried its wicked, doglike snout in his throat and thrashed its head around viciously. Making horrible gargling sounds, he choked on his own blood, which quickly filled up his throat and poured out his mouth like a water fountain. Matt's savior's death was prolonged. He did not die quickly, or easily. He felt a lifetime of pain and agony in those final moments.

Meanwhile, once the monster became preoccupied with killing that man, Matt had started running. He’d already bolted out of the dead end and was well across the first block, by way of sheer willpower and kept running. He panted and prayed as the mysterious animal ate pieces of the man. Matthew Hallagher had been so badly terrified by what he had seen that he did not look back, not once.

[cursed-nile]

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT MEME : DAY TWO [ BASICS & COSMETICS ]

HOW DO THEY USUALLY DRESS:

Quite casual. Jethro's the kind of guy who wears form fitting T-shirts usually darkish in color and dark jeans, although he can also wear a more classic and refined suit well on special occasions. Also, he enjoys wearing a leather jacket with a hoodie attached sometimes.

WHAT DO THEY WEAR TO SLEEP:

Only pajama bottoms as he sleeps without a shirt.

DO THEY WEAR JEWELRY:

Yes and no. Jethro wears accessories such as leather bracelets or necklaces or even a few rings, but nothing luxurious by any means.

IS THERE ANYTHING ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE THEY WISH THEY COULD CHANGE:

Nothing. Jethro is extremely comfortable with how he looks.

HOW WOULD THEY LOOK AS THE OPPOSITE SEX: 

WHAT DO THEY SMELL LIKE:

Like lilies and dandelions what the fuck else. Kidding. To anyone who can't tell species apart, Jethro smells like Dove Men+Care and a combination of different liquors. To those that can tell species apart, he also smells like a wolf.

WHY (DO THEY WEAR THE SCENT OR DOES IT OCCUR NATURALLY):

The werewolf scent occurs naturally, but the Dove Men+Care and alcohol come from wearing deodorant and being a bartender.

DO THEY HAVE AN ACCURATE MENTAL PICTURE OF THEIR APPEARANCE (HOW THEY SEE THEMSELVES VERSUS HOW THE WORLD SEES THEM):

Jethro sees himself as a drop dead gorgeous Black man who also happens to turn into a monstrous wolf whenever he wants. If the world doesn't see the same, then fuck 'em.

[cursed-nile]

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT MEME : DAY ONE [ BASICS & COSMETICS ]

AGE:

Appears twenty-six, two hundred and twelve years in reality.

DATE OF BIRTH:

November 21st, 1802

HAIR COLOR:

Inky black, but bald buzz cut.

EYE COLOR:

Chocolate Brown.

SKIN COLOR / NATIONALITY: 

African / American.

ACCENT (IF ANY):

American.

HEIGHT:

6’1”.

WEIGHT:

210lbs.

TATTOOS:

None.

PIERCINGS:

None.

BIRTHMARKS:

None.

DISFIGUREMENTS:

None.

SCARS:

Two four inch scars on his lower abdomen from a knife fight with three Red Hoods, faded. A bullet wound on the side of his stomach from another Red Hood encounter in the 80's, almost faded.

DO THEY HAVE ANY NICKNAMES:

J, Jeth, Ass.

WHERE ARE THEY FROM:

Somewhere in Mississippi.

[taliathehuntress]

"Honey he ain’t interested." Talia said wrapping an arm around the stranger’s neck and turning them away from his table. "Take the hit. Walk it off, there are tons of his type in town…Trust me." She gave them a firm pat on the shoulder before her free arm showed them where to go. The second that distance had been established, Talia turned back to him. "You’re an ass. But you’re an ass that I haven’t seen around here in god knows how long." 

[cursed-nile]

Jethro watched in silence as the woman handled the individual with ease, keeping him from unleashing a godly reign of sarcastic and sardonic remarks. Not that he minded. He was a little too tired to play patty with drunkards, surprise surprise. Taking it as a win, Jethro began to dig into his meal almost immediately when the women who "saved" him turned back to him. Okay, he thought, maybe I am in the mood for guests. "I'm a lot of things ma'am, but I ain't no donkey... I'm more of a mule kind of guy." He showed her a bright smile and chuckled at his own joke, Then he took a second to finish swallow his food before continuing, "And judging by the way you said that, you're glad to see me. Am I right or am I right?"

[cursed-nile]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Gosh, what a loaded question. I have a lot of inanimate objects. Hmm… gonna get real materialistic up in here and say money. That makes me sound super greedy, huh?

[cursed-nile]

Jethro looked up at the person in front of him, he was exhausted and hungry. "I told you already, sweetheart, I'm on break." He said glancing up at them, after hauling all his things into his new home the night before and coming in for work today he was wrecked, he wanted to sleep too but no he had to listen to someone try to strike up a conversation while he ate on his hour break. This first day wasn't going according to plan.

"Okay, I'm going to amuse you." He sighed, placing the knife and fork down on his plate and took a nice sip of his liquor, "Please tell me what you want to talk about." He told them sarcastically. Part of him should feel a bit guilty for being a dick but hey, they interrupted him. And judging a book by its' cover, they were more than just a friendly face wanting to chat.

[fastandfuriouswolf]

[cursed-nile]

His coat was molted silver and dark brown, more striking in coloration than the dull camouflage of other wolves.

[tauriol]

[cursed-nile]

MONSTER MEME: (5/11) Werewolf

A werewolf, also known as a lycanthrope, is a mythologicalor folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction (e.g. via a bite or scratch from another werewolf). Transformation usually takes place under a full moon.

[howitzerliterarysociety-deactiv]

Act my age? What the fuck is that, “act my age”? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor.

Stimie (via howitzerliterarysociety)