we become the thing we hate

Leander "Leo" Parrish. 30. Newly turned Werewolf, ex-hunter

[fkathedjf]

[spencerr-quinn]

Spencer nodded and relaxed a bit. At least someone gets it. Someone understood whats it’s like to pack up everything and have trouble settling in.  “With that comment, I suppose you’re pretty new to the ranch too? I’ve only been her for like, a week.”  Spencer said, shuffling his feet away from the broken glass. “You don’t happen to know where the brooms are though, do you?”

[leanderparrish]

Leander nodded, “Yeah not too long. A few weeks.” He looked around at the kitchen, looking for the broom. “I, uhm, don’t actually know.” The was a closet in the corner of the room that he crossed over to. “There might be one in here, or I know there’s a broom closet down the hall that might have one.”

[leanderparrish]

faenico‌:

“There’s usually one that is. Did you try apples?” Nico asked, tilting his head. “Or sugar, some of them like that better.” Usually if you got the horse accustomed to you, it would be okay with you coming near it.

“I did not try apples or treats. It feels like cheating, to bribe the animals to like me...” Leander didn’t really know that much about having animals though, maybe that’s normal for animals.  His life before this wasn’t really conducive to having pets. 

[leanderparrish]

miraleroux‌:

She gasped, pressing a hand over her heart as if what he said hurt her. “Okay, that is something I would say to make them sound cooler but it is actually the truth. Look it up!”” Mira exclaimed.

“I guess I have to believe you. But I’m still skeptical.” He narrowed his eyes in mock distrust but smiled so she knew he wasn’t angry or anything.  He needed allies and friends, he wasn’t about to go around seriously calling people liars.

[leanderparrish]

brookeoconnor‌:

Brooke snorted. Turning her back to the horse to face the man. “Sounds like she doesn’t like you very much,” she teased. She could hear the horse coming up behind her. It more than likely smelt the sugar cube she had in her pocket. With a smile she held it out the animal without looking back. “Or maybe she realized you have no clue what you’re doing. You don’t strike me as a guy who grew up around horses?”

Shh,” Leander said as he put a finger to his lips. “If you say it too loud they’ll hear you.  Then any respect I might have is shot.” Her words had merit though, and he was surprised. Though perhaps it was just painfully obvious that he really had no idea what he was doing with these animals. “Not so much. I uhh,” he trailed off for a second trying to figure out how to share parts of his life without revealing anything identifying. “I had a friend who lived down the street from me who I’d help feed some evenings. But they had cows, not horses. Thought It’d be the same.”

[leanderparrish]

Leander had thrown himself into the work that he was assigned here to distract his mind from having to think about the reasons that he was actually here in the first place.  When he thought too hard, the bite on his side still hurt, though it had faded to an angry red mark at this point.  If he stopped to sit, he had to remember why he should go into town at some point to get a new phone.  Not that he had anyone to even call anymore.

But eventually all work had to stop for the evening, and Leander retired to one of the many common rooms where people hung out. He sat onto one of the couches and glanced around the room, looking for anything to occupy his time.

“What do people even do for fun around here?

[leanderparrish]

spencerr-quinn‌:

Spencer looked up from the lamp. Well even though he did not have advanced hearing, the next door over was clearly loud. Whoops, Spencer didn’t think about that. He looked back down at the glass on the floor, then over to the rather large hole/dent  in the wall. Damn. that was going to take some skillful lying to cover that up. 

“That’s because when I jumped out of bed, I hit the wall first. Then I knocked over the lamp. Sorry for waking you up, I just forgot where I was for a few moments. Really.”

Leander followed the other's eyes, and refrained from asking how he managed to jump out of bed and hit the far wall before hitting the lamp. He found in life when you asked questions, people began to view you with as much suspicion. "I understand," Leander said, forcing himself to look more relaxed. "It's strange waking up in a new place. I'm not really used to it yet either."

[leanderparrish]

faenico‌:

“Aw, really?” Nico frowned, moving closer to the barn wall. He generally didn’t venture out to the barn; too many things to trip over, even if he did like horses. He hadn’t ridden much since the Hunt, but he did sometimes. “I thought Ella had tried to mostly get tame horses.”

Leander shrugged but quickly realised that it didn’t matter if he did or not. Leander didn’t remember the guy’s name--he’d met a lot of people in the last month--but he did remember that this guy was the blind secretary.  He wasn’t quite sure what a secretary even did, and if they could do it while being blind, but that wasn’t really his problem. “Mostly they are. That one’s just a pain.”

[leanderparrish]

thomasthewitch‌:

Thomas had spent nearly the entire past month barricaded in his room, with only the occasional escape for food or, well, bathroom breaks. They had been mostly during night hours, or moments when the ranch seemed quiet. It wasn’t him, really. A particularly bad batch of social anxiety had kept him from stepping out if at all possible. However, if anyone knew how to deal with fear, it was him and that meant he had to face it eventually. Still, facing a fear or not, when someone cleared their throat behind him in the narrow upstairs kitchen, Thomas nearly jumped out of his own skin, spinning to face the intruder. “Shit!” The curse came on instinct, and he leaned back against the counter in an attempt to appear less rattled. “Sorry about that.” 

Leander held up his hands to show he had nothing, an instinct at this point.  “Sorry man,” he said then when the other guy had leaned back against the counter.  He moved quietly, but now with his hearing enhanced and still unused to it, he tried to move even quieter now. Which ended with a lot of accidentally jump scares.  “I just smelled food and was coming by to see if there were leftovers. Didn’t mean to scare ya.”

[leanderparrish]

spencerr-quinn‌:

Spencer shot up awake, heart racing. His head swiveled around the room, which was unfamiliar. The nephilim jumped out of the bed, one wing knocking over a lamp, crashing down on the floor. The other wing slammed into the wall with a loud thump.  

It was a short time later Spencer remembered where he was. Damn, he broke a perfectly good lamp, and there was a fair-sized dent in the wall. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, fucking great start to a new life, causing a mess. Better throw on his disguise, can’t have too many people knowing he has angel blood. That would be bad. 

Oh, great. The door opened behind him. 

“It’s not as bad as it looks; I only broke one lamp…”

Leander shot up in bed as he heard a loud thump against the wall. He had just managed to drift off to sleep when the noise had come from his neighbour next to him. It’s probably nothing, but he knew he couldn’t go back to sleep unless he investigated it. He’d rather be the weird housemate that opened doors than to not know what was happening. 

The door creaked open, but when all he saw was a person standing in the room, staring at the broken lamp, he relaxed.  The knife that he slept with under his pillow got tucked away into the pocket of his sweats before the guy turned around. No use having people ask questions like Why do you have a knife? or Why do you think it’s necessary to barge into someone’s room with a knife in your hand? That opens a door to too many questions.

“Sounded a hell of a lot louder than a lamp?” Leander tried his best to sound like a grumpy housemate that got woken in the middle of the night instead of a person whose heart is racing waiting for a fight.

[leanderparrish]

miraleroux‌:

“She just hasn’t warmed up to you,” Mira cooed as she approached the mare, reaching out to smooth a hand over her snout. “She’s just wary of men but I will tell you a little secret. Her guilty pleasure is bananas, don’t get me wrong. This girl loves apples and carrots but she’ll love you if you offer her a banana.” She looked over her shoulder at the man. “C’mere–” Mira gestured. “Horses are remarkable. They’re able to recognize and read facial emotions, they can remember a person’s mood. You have to trust her… she can detect your negative emotions.”

Negative emotions. Yeah, he probably had a lot of those. Even though he was one of them now, he couldn’t help but be nervous around everyone here.  “They can read facial emotions? That sounds like something you just made to make horses sound cooler.”

[leanderparrish]

ellahalder-alpha‌:

“Why do you think I like her?” Ella mused, stepping closer to her horse. She wouldn’t say she was great with animals, but there were definitely times when she felt more comfortable around them than she did people. She slipped a carrot out off her back pocket, giving it as a peace offering for Sitra. “She’s just spirited. I haven’t had time to run her lately.” 

Leander eyed Ella sceptically as she approached the horse. He wasn’t going to say that he didn’t believe her, but he was surprised when the mare just let Ella walk right up to her. “If you say so.” He didn’t know much about horses, so who was he to say.  He knew enough to feed them and throw hay bales around, the rest he was learning on the job.

[escaperpg]

Name: Leander Parrish Age: 30 Species: Werewolf Occupation: Ranch Hand Faceclaim: Michael B. Jordan

// Leander is the sound of thunder rumbling through the countryside, warning of the approaching storm //

// He’s the way your lungs ache as you run through the forest and all you want to do is stop but you can’t //

// He’s the stillness that you feel at the bottom of the pool, as the world fades away and all that’s left is the muted sound of the water hitting the concrete walls //

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For as long as there have been supernatural creatures, there have been those who sought to protect the humans from these creatures. These people began as simple witch hunters, but when the witches created Vampires and Werewolves the Hunters began to specialize.  Today there are still those who are general hunters, but most have found that it’s better to specialize in Hunting one type of supernatural creature.

Leander Parrish comes from a long line of Werewolf Hunters, though the grandmother on their mother’s side was a Vampire Hunter before marrying into the Parrish line. The Parrishes are a proud people. Proud of have been in the business of hunting for so long. Proud to be some of the only people protecting civilians from those creatures that intend to harm them.

Because Hunters specialize in their specific supernatural creatures, they tend to do a lot of travelling. Leander probably spent more of his childhood in hotel rooms and campgrounds than he did in a real house. The one place that was the most stable for him was at his grandfather’s.  Grandfather Parrish ran a campground in the middle of nowhere Idaho that served as a base for many Hunters. Young Leander split his time between travelling with his parents and helping his grandfather and uncle out in the campground store and with maintenance around the campground.

Leander never really felt like he fit in with his family. When he was old enough to put feelings into words, he thought it was being transgender that separated him from the rest of them. But when he finally got around to coming out and beginning his transition, he realized that being transgender wasn’t what was making him feel so different from them.  To his family the most important thing in life was hunting. It was their sworn duty to protect civilians from these monsters set to murder each and every one of them the second their backs were turned.

Leander though, didn’t believe that ever werewolf or vampire or witch deserved to die.  If they could have children or families didn’t that mean they weren’t soulless killing machines.  If they were once human, didn’t that mean they deserved a chance to live too. But he knew that his parents would never understand that.

Leander tried to leave so many times when he was a child.  On long trips he’d walk out of the hotel room, bag packed, but rarely made it past the parking lot. He didn’t know how to leave, so he stayed. He couldn’t leave the only thing he knew, the only family that he had. So he stayed. He pretended to be the Hunter his family wanted to be. And perhaps he was more blood thirsty because he was trying to hide something.  If he showed any mercy at all they might suspect him of not wanting this life, or accuse him of betraying the family. He still dreamed of leaving, of disappearing, but didn’t have the courage to just up and leave the only life that he had ever known. At least until he was forced to.

Leander mostly preferred to hang around the campground, essentially taking over running things as his grandfather got older.  He still went on the occasional hunt, especially when it was a family member who asked him to come along. It was supposed to be a routine hunt; reports of a vicious wolf in an area of Montana which more often turn out to be werewolves. (Though on occasion Hunters have actually hunted particularly vicious animals since they were already there.) It was only supposed to be one wolf, but Leander and his cousin got ambushed by a small group of them. Leander and his cousin managed to escape, but in the process Leander was bit.

He tried to hide it, to ignore it and maybe he wouldn’t turn.  Still the week before the first full moon he disappeared, chaining himself into an abandoned building’s basement with silver chains.  He hoped, but on the night of the Full Moon he turned. He knew that he couldn’t stay around his family or around anyone from his former life that he knew. So he ran South. He didn’t know where he was going. As he was travelling he heard rumours, whispers from other supernaturals he came across.  Rumours of a Ranch where everyone was welcome, where supernatural creatures could hide in peace away from the human world.

Leander doesn’t know how to be alone, so he decided to see what this Ranch was all about.  Perhaps if there was proof that supernatural creatures could get along, maybe hunters might see that there’s no reason to kill. But a lifetime of rhetoric can’t be erased in a day, even though Leander is one of them now.  He doesn’t trust any of them as far as he can throw them, which is admittedly farther now than when he was a human. He know though, that if he doesn’t want his werewolf side to control him, he needs to learn to control it and the safest place to do that is a place where he is with others like himself.

[leanderparrish]

“Look, I don’t want to tell you what to do, but I wouldn’t get too close to her if I were you. That one’s kicked at me and tried to bite me at least twice today.” Leander had only been on the ranch a week, and most of the time was spent trying to get his feet under him. But the one thing he had learned was that the bay mare with the bit of white on her nose was not a nice horse.

[exqisiteniggashit]

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