Post by Jacob Black on Apr 1, 2010 22:27:28 GMT -5
It was a pain to leave the Cullen’s house, mostly because leaving Nessie was as hard as leaving your lungs behind when you leave your house. Damn, it should not be done, then there is the fact that even after going thought the whole Volturi situation together, Edward still did not like for him to be around. Jacob was all too pleased to piss him off, although he had a small amount of respect for the bloodsucker. Sucks that he could read his mind though, so he knew that Jake actually liked him and it was unbearable to stand.
Standing in the woods near the boarders of the Cullen land and the Quileute’s, a slight breeze swept through the wood casting the smell of vampire and the scent of the shape shifters around him. Funny, he thought, here he was a medium between the worlds. As Nessie was the world of human and vampires. Not like Jake was anything out of the ordinary though, he was just a wolf shifter and a vampire’s house pet. The two just don’t work that way, but it did for him. That was the funny part.
Raising his chin a few inches he kicked lightly at the ground, he was bare footed as he normally was. His hands buried in his pockets, still wearing the jeans he slept in last night. A clean black t-shirt was the only new addition to his outfit for the day. Blond vampire tossed it at him this morning; it hardly smelt like vampire, either that or he was just getting used to the smell, funny again.
Letting out a stiff blow of air, Jacob Black swiftly pulled off hit t-shirt and stood in the break though of sunlight in the small clearing of the woods, a few yards away he could hear the bubble of a small creek. There was no one around, not for a long ways. He wondered if his ‘pack’ was still close around or phased at the moment. There was rumor of some of the Volturi’s witnesses had stayed close to Washington, some even around Port Angeles. No rumor of any near Forks yet.. Simply because humans have been going missing, and Carlisle has a feeling things could get worse. So it was worth patrolling in case something came close to home.
Dropping his shirt at the base of the tree behind him he un-did his shorts and let them drop to the ground and kicked them by his shirt. He tilted his head and closed his eyes, the shiver swiftly flew up his spine and within seconds he was on all fours, shaking his medium length russet fur. Ok you pains in my ass… Take a look at where I am at… His mind’s eye reflected the area he was, the scents were transmitted by memories as well. Ok let’s have a pack meeting… The un-enthusiasm dripped off his minds voice at that statement. He still hated the idea that several of his friends/uninvited guests joined his separation from Sam’s pack.
However he was thankful for them at the moment. Sitting on his back haunches Jacob waited for his little rag tag group of wolfs..
Standing in the woods near the boarders of the Cullen land and the Quileute’s, a slight breeze swept through the wood casting the smell of vampire and the scent of the shape shifters around him. Funny, he thought, here he was a medium between the worlds. As Nessie was the world of human and vampires. Not like Jake was anything out of the ordinary though, he was just a wolf shifter and a vampire’s house pet. The two just don’t work that way, but it did for him. That was the funny part.
Raising his chin a few inches he kicked lightly at the ground, he was bare footed as he normally was. His hands buried in his pockets, still wearing the jeans he slept in last night. A clean black t-shirt was the only new addition to his outfit for the day. Blond vampire tossed it at him this morning; it hardly smelt like vampire, either that or he was just getting used to the smell, funny again.
Letting out a stiff blow of air, Jacob Black swiftly pulled off hit t-shirt and stood in the break though of sunlight in the small clearing of the woods, a few yards away he could hear the bubble of a small creek. There was no one around, not for a long ways. He wondered if his ‘pack’ was still close around or phased at the moment. There was rumor of some of the Volturi’s witnesses had stayed close to Washington, some even around Port Angeles. No rumor of any near Forks yet.. Simply because humans have been going missing, and Carlisle has a feeling things could get worse. So it was worth patrolling in case something came close to home.
Dropping his shirt at the base of the tree behind him he un-did his shorts and let them drop to the ground and kicked them by his shirt. He tilted his head and closed his eyes, the shiver swiftly flew up his spine and within seconds he was on all fours, shaking his medium length russet fur. Ok you pains in my ass… Take a look at where I am at… His mind’s eye reflected the area he was, the scents were transmitted by memories as well. Ok let’s have a pack meeting… The un-enthusiasm dripped off his minds voice at that statement. He still hated the idea that several of his friends/uninvited guests joined his separation from Sam’s pack.
However he was thankful for them at the moment. Sitting on his back haunches Jacob waited for his little rag tag group of wolfs..