Status: Getting there - Slowly
Who's Afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf?
There Are No Words For This.
I closed the door quietly on my way out -I wasn't sure how jumpy my Mom was still- and continued on my way to... Well, just about anywhere. My two dogs were extra energetic today, I had no idea why. I would have freaked out if my owner turned into a giant mutt whenever she pleases! None-the-less we carried on as normal, the dogs dragging me where ever their noses take them and me just following along, taking in all of my new surroundings.
Back in Chicago, Mom and I lived right in the city centre, so it was always noisy and restless. Here it's peaceful and tranquil. This is the environment that I prefer, where everything is quiet, with exception of the odd car going past on the dusty old road and the squeak and squirms of nearby wildlife. This was perfect, plenty of vegetation, beautiful sights and pretty nice neighbours, well, the ones we'd met so far anyways.
As I emerged out of my thoughts and came back to reality, I noticed that the dogs had taken me somewhere new. It looked like a beach. From where I was stood, I could see that it was the shape of a crescent moon with pretty white sand covering the main land of the landscape, cliffs and more vegetation at the back and the most gorgeous sea view you could ever see. Today was a better day, in terms of weather. It was bright and sunny out, but with that cool summer breeze that I love. I decided against letting Nanook and Wolfie of their leashes - although they were eager to explore, I didn't see any signs giving permission- and went over to a giant log to rest my feet, listening to the waves gently crashing against the shore. That was, until I heard people approaching. I shouldn't have to move, well unless they asked me to, I was here first.
"Hey," A soft but very deep voice spoke from behind me, I sat bolt upright, preparing for human contact. I turned around to face the stranger and instead came face to face with the most handsome boy. He looked about the same age as me; his hair was jet black and was cropped short and spiked into a practical but fashionable style, his was skin a dashing russet brown that looked so soft to touch. His face was chiselled, perfectly angled, but still boyish and cute, and his eyes, oh, those eyes. I could have melted there and then. His gorgeous chocolate brown eyes bore into me, captivating me into a trance, until he spoke with his silken voice again. "You're new around here, aren't you?" The beautiful stranger questioned,
"Uhh... Yeah, I am." I stumbled over my words, still mesmerised by his eyes,
"Well, in that case. Welcome to La Push," He beamed, flashing his perfect white teeth, "My name's Jacob Black. I live just up there on the reservation." He smiled again, pointing slightly behind and to the left of me,
"I'm Ella Jackson; I live about half a mile down the road from here." I smiled in return. Jacob held out his large hand for me to shake, I reached out and took it, losing my hand in his, it felt nice like this. His warm, human flesh was covering mine in a friendly embrace. I hadn’t had this for so long.
"Well Ella, it's a pleasure to meet you." Jacob flashed those perfect teeth once more, I noticed this time how they glowed in contrast with his red-brown skin and I couldn't help but smile myself, it was contagious.
"You too" I forced out; I couldn't believe how, even though I had only just met Jacob, I was in awe. Jacob's gaze met mine for a few moments; I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful face and had a strange urge to stroke his skin, just to feel the smoothness of it. I looked away nervously when I realised what I was doing. Jacob seemed to notice this and chuckled lightly.
"So, are these your dogs?" He asked, patting Nanook lightly on the head, I stroked Wolfie's neck,
"Yeah, they're not as fierce as they look though." What was I saying? They didn't even look fierce. I blushed embarrassed at my nervous habit of talking crap constantly.
"I'll bet," He let out a laugh, "They're cute, though. What're their names?" He asked, stroking both dogs, I forced myself to look away from this beautiful enigma that was sat next to me,
"Uhh that one's Nanook," I pointed at my husky, and then pointed over to my half-asleep wolf, "And this is Wolfgang." I smiled at the memory of when I first named Wolfie, I had been listening to way too much Mozart. Jacob seemed to like the name though, he smiled and turned back to face me,
"Wolfgang, the wolf?" He beamed, the pearls of teeth threatening to show themselves, holding back a smile,
"Yeah, I was listening to a lot of Mozart at the time I got him. That's his full name." I blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, another nervous habit, clearly. He smiled at that too, once again, the smile was contagious. We sat in silence for a few seconds, just listening to the ocean again.
"You know, you can let your dogs off the leash here, it's a free reservation." He pointed out, seeing that my pups were restless, I smiled as I spoke,
"Oh, I didn't see any signs, so I didn't want to take my chances." I laughed, Jacob joined in,
"Nah, the cops around here are pretty much cool with most things." With the reassurance, I unhooked the dogs and watched them bound off across the beach, tumbling over their own feet as they went, jumping over rocks, diving in the tide pools and splashing in the sea. "So," Jacob started, "Have you had a chance to look around the reservation yet?" He asked, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back onto his arms, luckily enough the log was thick enough, Jacob was fairly tall from what I gathered,
"Not yet. I kinda got dragged here by the dogs." I laughed, Jacob joined,
"Well, I'd be happy to show you around, if you wanna go for a walk sometime?" He offered, rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand, looking down as if he were a child again. I looked down at the leashes in my hands and blushed. A complete stranger, a very gorgeous complete stranger wanted to show me around town. I thought it over in my head for a moment, second-guessing myself when I thought that he might not just be being nice out of courtesy and he actually wants to hang out. I decided to agree. What have I got to lose, right?
"Sure, that'd be nice." I smiled up at him; I caught myself admiring every single one of his features. Just before the silence broke out too much, a wolf's howl ripped through the cool air, causing our head to spin wildly in different directions; mine spinning to look at Wolfie, Jacob's spinning to look into the woods, "Was that what I think it was?" I questioned, turning back to face Jacob,
"There are wolves in the forest," He explained, "They're harmless really, just a little larger than the average wolf." He smiled, reassuringly. I raised my eyebrows in mutual belief, out of all the wolves I've seen in my life -which admittedly is only a few- Wolfie has been the biggest. Standing at just over a metre tall, Wolfie’s body comes up to my hips, his head comes up to my upper torso. That's about half of what I am when I'm wolf. So it’s safe to say that he's fairly huge. But Jacob had seen how large Wolfie is, these must be pretty big dogs to over shadow mine.
"Do they ever come out? Like, onto the reservation?" I asked, intrigued by these mysterious creatures. I’ve always loved wolves, even when I was younger; I would always pester my Mom to get me one to call my own. Everything in my room as I was growing up would have wolves on it; t-shirts, posters, dream catchers. If it had a wolf on it, you could almost guarantee I had it in my bedroom. Eventually she bought me Wolfie for my sixteenth birthday back in August, it was the following September now and Wolfie has never left my side, except, obviously when I’ve gone to school.
"Sometimes they come onto the beach, but they mostly stay in the forest." He mused, I nodded but was somewhat disappointed that I couldn't see any of them yet, maybe I will someday. A low growl broke my thoughts; I looked down to where it came from, and Wolfie was at my feet, crouched low into a protective stance, his piercing eyes staring into the forest right where Jacob had been looking. I peered over my shoulder facing the over-grown shrubbery. What were they looking at? I couldn't see anything. I looked back down to my dog,
“Chill out, baby. It’s okay, probably just another animal.” I tried to soothe him, stroking his mane that had stuck up as a defence mechanism. Another snarl broke the silence from the forest, quieter though this time, I realised only now that I had to use my full concentration to look and hear that deep into the forest. Five, massive black figures emerged from the darkness. Jacob jerked uncomfortably as we both stood up. The silhouettes stalked inevitably, towards us.
Back in Chicago, Mom and I lived right in the city centre, so it was always noisy and restless. Here it's peaceful and tranquil. This is the environment that I prefer, where everything is quiet, with exception of the odd car going past on the dusty old road and the squeak and squirms of nearby wildlife. This was perfect, plenty of vegetation, beautiful sights and pretty nice neighbours, well, the ones we'd met so far anyways.
As I emerged out of my thoughts and came back to reality, I noticed that the dogs had taken me somewhere new. It looked like a beach. From where I was stood, I could see that it was the shape of a crescent moon with pretty white sand covering the main land of the landscape, cliffs and more vegetation at the back and the most gorgeous sea view you could ever see. Today was a better day, in terms of weather. It was bright and sunny out, but with that cool summer breeze that I love. I decided against letting Nanook and Wolfie of their leashes - although they were eager to explore, I didn't see any signs giving permission- and went over to a giant log to rest my feet, listening to the waves gently crashing against the shore. That was, until I heard people approaching. I shouldn't have to move, well unless they asked me to, I was here first.
"Hey," A soft but very deep voice spoke from behind me, I sat bolt upright, preparing for human contact. I turned around to face the stranger and instead came face to face with the most handsome boy. He looked about the same age as me; his hair was jet black and was cropped short and spiked into a practical but fashionable style, his was skin a dashing russet brown that looked so soft to touch. His face was chiselled, perfectly angled, but still boyish and cute, and his eyes, oh, those eyes. I could have melted there and then. His gorgeous chocolate brown eyes bore into me, captivating me into a trance, until he spoke with his silken voice again. "You're new around here, aren't you?" The beautiful stranger questioned,
"Uhh... Yeah, I am." I stumbled over my words, still mesmerised by his eyes,
"Well, in that case. Welcome to La Push," He beamed, flashing his perfect white teeth, "My name's Jacob Black. I live just up there on the reservation." He smiled again, pointing slightly behind and to the left of me,
"I'm Ella Jackson; I live about half a mile down the road from here." I smiled in return. Jacob held out his large hand for me to shake, I reached out and took it, losing my hand in his, it felt nice like this. His warm, human flesh was covering mine in a friendly embrace. I hadn’t had this for so long.
"Well Ella, it's a pleasure to meet you." Jacob flashed those perfect teeth once more, I noticed this time how they glowed in contrast with his red-brown skin and I couldn't help but smile myself, it was contagious.
"You too" I forced out; I couldn't believe how, even though I had only just met Jacob, I was in awe. Jacob's gaze met mine for a few moments; I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful face and had a strange urge to stroke his skin, just to feel the smoothness of it. I looked away nervously when I realised what I was doing. Jacob seemed to notice this and chuckled lightly.
"So, are these your dogs?" He asked, patting Nanook lightly on the head, I stroked Wolfie's neck,
"Yeah, they're not as fierce as they look though." What was I saying? They didn't even look fierce. I blushed embarrassed at my nervous habit of talking crap constantly.
"I'll bet," He let out a laugh, "They're cute, though. What're their names?" He asked, stroking both dogs, I forced myself to look away from this beautiful enigma that was sat next to me,
"Uhh that one's Nanook," I pointed at my husky, and then pointed over to my half-asleep wolf, "And this is Wolfgang." I smiled at the memory of when I first named Wolfie, I had been listening to way too much Mozart. Jacob seemed to like the name though, he smiled and turned back to face me,
"Wolfgang, the wolf?" He beamed, the pearls of teeth threatening to show themselves, holding back a smile,
"Yeah, I was listening to a lot of Mozart at the time I got him. That's his full name." I blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, another nervous habit, clearly. He smiled at that too, once again, the smile was contagious. We sat in silence for a few seconds, just listening to the ocean again.
"You know, you can let your dogs off the leash here, it's a free reservation." He pointed out, seeing that my pups were restless, I smiled as I spoke,
"Oh, I didn't see any signs, so I didn't want to take my chances." I laughed, Jacob joined in,
"Nah, the cops around here are pretty much cool with most things." With the reassurance, I unhooked the dogs and watched them bound off across the beach, tumbling over their own feet as they went, jumping over rocks, diving in the tide pools and splashing in the sea. "So," Jacob started, "Have you had a chance to look around the reservation yet?" He asked, stretching his legs out in front of him and leaning back onto his arms, luckily enough the log was thick enough, Jacob was fairly tall from what I gathered,
"Not yet. I kinda got dragged here by the dogs." I laughed, Jacob joined,
"Well, I'd be happy to show you around, if you wanna go for a walk sometime?" He offered, rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand, looking down as if he were a child again. I looked down at the leashes in my hands and blushed. A complete stranger, a very gorgeous complete stranger wanted to show me around town. I thought it over in my head for a moment, second-guessing myself when I thought that he might not just be being nice out of courtesy and he actually wants to hang out. I decided to agree. What have I got to lose, right?
"Sure, that'd be nice." I smiled up at him; I caught myself admiring every single one of his features. Just before the silence broke out too much, a wolf's howl ripped through the cool air, causing our head to spin wildly in different directions; mine spinning to look at Wolfie, Jacob's spinning to look into the woods, "Was that what I think it was?" I questioned, turning back to face Jacob,
"There are wolves in the forest," He explained, "They're harmless really, just a little larger than the average wolf." He smiled, reassuringly. I raised my eyebrows in mutual belief, out of all the wolves I've seen in my life -which admittedly is only a few- Wolfie has been the biggest. Standing at just over a metre tall, Wolfie’s body comes up to my hips, his head comes up to my upper torso. That's about half of what I am when I'm wolf. So it’s safe to say that he's fairly huge. But Jacob had seen how large Wolfie is, these must be pretty big dogs to over shadow mine.
"Do they ever come out? Like, onto the reservation?" I asked, intrigued by these mysterious creatures. I’ve always loved wolves, even when I was younger; I would always pester my Mom to get me one to call my own. Everything in my room as I was growing up would have wolves on it; t-shirts, posters, dream catchers. If it had a wolf on it, you could almost guarantee I had it in my bedroom. Eventually she bought me Wolfie for my sixteenth birthday back in August, it was the following September now and Wolfie has never left my side, except, obviously when I’ve gone to school.
"Sometimes they come onto the beach, but they mostly stay in the forest." He mused, I nodded but was somewhat disappointed that I couldn't see any of them yet, maybe I will someday. A low growl broke my thoughts; I looked down to where it came from, and Wolfie was at my feet, crouched low into a protective stance, his piercing eyes staring into the forest right where Jacob had been looking. I peered over my shoulder facing the over-grown shrubbery. What were they looking at? I couldn't see anything. I looked back down to my dog,
“Chill out, baby. It’s okay, probably just another animal.” I tried to soothe him, stroking his mane that had stuck up as a defence mechanism. Another snarl broke the silence from the forest, quieter though this time, I realised only now that I had to use my full concentration to look and hear that deep into the forest. Five, massive black figures emerged from the darkness. Jacob jerked uncomfortably as we both stood up. The silhouettes stalked inevitably, towards us.