Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
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Post by Rachel Black on Jun 18, 2009 21:59:04 GMT -5
Rachel rolled her eyes, more so in a playful manner. This kid had guts, no wonder he and Jake weren’t too close. Jacob was a sap. She noticed that Paul’s demeanor had changed slightly, he seemed softer though she couldn’t imagine the guy beside her ever seeming entirely soft, like Jake, or his little friends were. She laughed a little, it was the truth, how could you keep anyone safe if you forgot who you were. “Sorry stupid question,” she said with a smile.
He was too close for comfort as he spoke into her ear. She could have sworn there was a slight tingling feeling, but she brushed it away. “Oh I don’t know, Presumptuous, yeah that seems fitting,” Rachel winked and grinned back at him, but quickly shifted her eyes to the ground. He was charming, and for some reason when she looked him in the eye she got a strange feeling. Something out of the ordinary, not like a regular person on the street. She had to remember to pull one of her brother’s friends aside and see if they had similar entrancing eyes. Maybe it was a thing all half wolves had, as if the fact that werewolves existed was in itself normal.
Rachel looked back up as he let go of her hand. She brought her attention back to where they’d come from, and noticed they seemed a distance into the trees. This made sense as she wasn’t getting pelted with raindrops any longer. She wrapped her arms around herself to fight the chill that had accompanied her as soon as her new friend left her side.
The young woman opened her mouth to speak as she turned to look ahead once more, no longer taken by the length they’d walked without her notice. She stared wide eyed as his shirt hit her chest. She caught it before it touched the ground, and looked slightly alarmed as the guy before her began to undress. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him, but was trying desperately to.
“Uh, um, Paul I,” she began but took a deep breath to regroup. She felt her cheeks heat up, and hoped he couldn’t see the lightest shade of pink that graced her cheeks from where he stood. She scoffed and looked away.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Jul 15, 2009 12:08:07 GMT -5
An amused but rather cocky half smile emerged on Paul’s face as Rachel admitted that her worry about the wolves losing their minds was a stupid one. He was pleasantly surprised, though. Maybe Jacob had already been through the utterly freaked out ‘oh god, oh god, what the hell are you’ stage with her, but Paul was glad that she was so easy to reassure about this whole thing. Then again, her worry that he would lose his mind and eat her was dumb… His step tripped a little (not enough to be too noticeable) as he realised that he found Rachel’s concerns cute rather than annoying. The label ‘cute’ sunk into his brains, not being one that he had ever attributed to anyone before outside of a sexual manner and he reiterated to himself that this imprinting thing was weird.
“I don’t know,” he teased, elongating his words as though he was really giving deep thought to the situation. He shook his head. “No, no, I wouldn’t say at all presumptuous…” He laughed a little, but he experienced a sudden loss of the heady happiness he was feeling just being with Rachel when she dropped her gaze. He suddenly worried that he had said the wrong thing (as he knew he often did) and that he had ruined this relationship with his imprintee before it had even started. He tightened his grip on her fractionally, as if (ridiculously) afraid that he was losing her before he managed to snap himself out of the mushy frame of mind.
Paul’s dark eyes flicked back to Rachel’s alluring form as he made his way to the edge of the trees and he immediately clocked the way that she had wrapped her arms around him. He personally had mostly forgotten just how high his natural body temperature was these days, and in most instances he would not have noticed any girl’s discomfort in this situation, but this girl… Well, he’d heard from Connor just how strong the feelings of imprinting were, how you felt so connected to the other person, how you had no other purpose in life but to protect them and make them happy, but this was ridiculous – she was just a bit cold, it’s not like she was being dangled over a tank of sharks… so why did his natural response make him want to leap towards her and resume his role as her own personal blanket. Ridiculous, the whole thing, really.
Instead, he concerned himself with the fun part of entering into a relationship with a woman (well, so he had heard, he didn’t actually have that much real-life experience with his temper problems) and began to strip down. He had to pause, however, as he heard Rachel’s response to his new activity and he laughed mercilessly. “Oh, you love it,” he told her, a wicked grin flashing his teeth, if she had the self-control to tear her eyes from his toned, muscled body that was now exposed down to his ‘delicates’. He glanced down at himself and, for once, thought from someone else’s point of view and decided to sacrifice the scrap of material that still graced his body. “Hey, Rachie… You might want to look for this bit, it’s pretty awesome.”
Then, in a blink of an eye and an odd sound that was difficult to place, he phased into an enormous dark silver wolf, about five times larger than his human size, though he tried to crouch a little so that his bulk didn’t frighten his new imprintee. He snuffled a little and whined a questioning sound, tilting his head and looking directly at his woman.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
Posts: 59
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Post by Rachel Black on Sept 5, 2009 17:02:35 GMT -5
Rachel rolled her eyes and scoffed lightly when he teased her, and her choice of wording. She silently wondered why his little jibes that stung slightly seemed to make her actually want more versus simply infuriating or annoying her. He was difficult, and she could sense it already but that didn’t deter her, it only made her willingness to follow this stranger into the forest. Maybe her sister was right, maybe she really did attract trouble to her.
The girl bit down on her bottom lip as she fought to resist the cool, wet breeze that assaulted her body as soon as his heat had left it. There was a slight urge to shiver, and some of that had nothing to do with the weather whipping at the trees around her. No, some of it had to do with seeing the guy before her strip down to his cotton boxers. That, wasn’t meant to happen, was it? She couldn’t help but feeling like he was still teasing her, and despite her reluctance to loosing he had the upper hand this time.
For a brief moment she was almost jealous as she looked down at her black tank top that stuck to her frame like second skin. She wanted the soaked clothing off her as well, it wasn’t fair that he could stay so warm regardless of the lack of cloth on his muscular frame. “Do you really have to go all Chip N’ Dale to change?” she asked him trying with all her might to look as if it didn’t bother her. But she couldn’t help but feel nervous, and was only more aware of the tint of blush on her cheeks for watching him when a cool drop of water from her drenched hair slipped down her cheek.
She wiped the cold water from her weighed down eyelashes just about to tell him she didn’t have any ones when she heard the odd ripping type sound. Her eyes opened wide and Rachel opened her mouth to scream but couldn’t form the sound. She stepped back and covered her mouth with her hand and laughed lightly at the small whining sound that accompanied the tilting of the animals head. He looked like an oversized stuffed toy. Like a stuffed animal you could win from a carnival. And yet she couldn’t deny the fact he was quite menacing, or would be if he didn’t seem to be looking at her so helplessly.
Slowly, Rachel moved closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch the fir. Although she’d been assured he wouldn’t hurt her, the girl felt she needed to be gentle. She’d only seen Jacob in wolf form once, and he was so far away that she hadn’t been prepared for Paul’s size in wolf form. Paul, in wolf form it sounded so crazy. Rachel pet him and giggled like a little girl at the realization at what had just happened. It all seemed so surreal, almost magical and she still wasn’t sure why he agreed to show her. But, she was thankful.
“I always wanted a puppy,” she told him as she stroked his silver fur in pure awe of the beautiful beast before her.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
Posts: 50
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Nov 10, 2009 8:58:42 GMT -5
Paul nodded at her, dark eyes twinkling wickedly as he realised that the discomfort she felt at watching him strip down to his Sunday best may not be a bad thing. Or at least he hoped it wasn’t a bad feeling for her – he had absolutely no desire to scare her away or make her think that he was some kind of perve, but then he wasn’t too great at judging what other people thought or felt. Oh well, he’d started and if he suddenly stopped now then he would appear guilty and he couldn’t think of a single way in which that would be a good thing.
“’Fraid so… I go through enough clothes and shoes this way as it is without adding to the casualties,” he ended a little unnaturally in his sentence, not being sure how much her brother had told her about him. He didn’t want to come across as uncontrollable. He knew she already knew about Sam and Emily – who didn’t? – and he didn’t want to frighten her. And that was really pathetic, though he could and would never regret imprinting. “If you’re feeling guilty though, you could always join me?”
He laughed, making sure that his tone was joking rather than allow her to think that he was propositioning her. Only a few seconds later he had a brand new set of eyes resting on his imprintee, waiting attentively for her reaction to his wolf form as he prayed that she accepted him right away. However, his enlarged heart fell as he watched her in super-high-definition, emitting a silent scream and covering his mouth. He dropped his huge dark head and tilted it at her, saddened.
It was only moments later that Paul realised that the sound that now came from behind the shield of her hand was not a whimper of fright, but a laugh. Not exactly the response he was hoping for, but it matched, it seemed natural. His head lifted and his wolfish face turned happy, though he wasn’t sure she was well-versed enough in wolf expressions to be able to recognise it. If he had been a human at the time Rachel reached out to pet him, Paul would have smirked, though he was honestly ecstatic. No human had ever touched him in wolf form before and it was an odd, yet invigorating experience. However, he couldn’t allow the puppy line to go by unnoticed and so, with a minute little growl he butted his head forward, ramming it non-too-gently (though not hard enough to hurt) into his imprintee’s midriff.
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Rachel Black
Settled in Forks
Human Imprintee of Paul Ketwa
Posts: 59
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Post by Rachel Black on Jan 3, 2010 15:24:20 GMT -5
‘Casualties,’ she repeated in her head. The word seemed wrong and yet just right for the statement. It might have felt wrong cause she immediately had a vision on soldiers in trenches, blood oozing down from their wounds hidden beneath the camouflage fabric of their uniforms. The mental image was very ‘Saving Private Ryan-ish’. Except for the fact there were no horse sized wolves standing in trenches, at least not in the movie.
Rachel blinked away the image from her mind, it was silly. Werewolves didn’t hurt people...just vampires. ‘Yeah, cause this is all so normal,’ Rachel thought to herself with a small grin. “Hahaha real cute,” she half laughed at Paul’s offer of joining him. She didn’t take him seriously and silently hoped he was joking and not being a pervert. When he laughed she smiled, glad he’d proven her right.
When he looked at her Rachel was surprised to see that his eyes hadn’t changed. They looked just as they had in human form, and they held her attention for a moment before she realized it was indeed safe. She could have sworn she seen a strange sadness in them. But sadness on Paul just seemed an odd trait, even in wolf form. He was cute, large, and frightening, but...cute.
She suddenly seen tooth versus what she had taken for sadness, but she didn’t feel afraid. She was more so fascinated, was he smiling? “Shit!” She laughed as his cold wet nose butted into her midriff. “What?” She laughed, “puppies are awesome,” she stuck out her tongue and took a hand full of fur into her hand. She caressed the fur just behind his ear. “Do you do that thing where your back foot shakes if someone rubs your tummy?” She giggled and hoped he understood she was only messing. She didnt mean to insult him, and it was the only was to somewhat mask her fascination with him.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
Posts: 50
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Mar 2, 2010 19:08:06 GMT -5
Paul turned to flash a cheeky yet sultry grin at Rachel just before he changed, somehow simultaneously nervous and as confident as he had ever been. He knew in his heart that Rachel was his girl, his imprintee and so he knew he could tell her anything and everything; not only that, but he wanted her to know about him, about what it involved so that she would never have to fear him. But then that was the problem. What if it was different for her? What if she was just playing along? He didn’t want to terrify her. He knew it was too late to pull out now without losing face, though, and so he carried on to transform.
Elated by realising that what he had thought was a silent scream of fright was actually a hidden laugh, Paul knew that butting her with his head had potential to be taken the wrong way. He backed up a tiny step so that he could look down at his imprintee again to gauge her reaction after hearing her exclamation. Another wave of happiness went through him as she laughed, thankful that she wasn’t running for the hills.
He allowed another small grumble to roll through his throat as she began comparing him to puppies, though he softened it to such an extent that it almost sounded like the puppy she was talking about. However, she got away with the leg comment by reaching out to his fur. He couldn’t believe how tranquil it made him feel to have her with him like this. Knowing that he was so powerful and that he could do so much damage when he had to and also how delicate his imprintee was gentled him considerably.
However, once the comment sank in he jutted his head forward again, this time moving forward with the action, the motion sending Rachel up over his head before he took off running (not too fast), just hoping that his imprintee was holding on tight.
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