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Of Red Capes and Blinding Storms	By : Ignacia Category: > Little Red Riding Hood Views: 36709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Her eyes opened, the light of the fire still dancing before them. There was no telling how long she had slept but it was still dark. She sat up on her hands and looked around the dimly lit cave. She had been right before. The crackle of the fire echoed in the cavern and the waves of light danced along the walls. She searched around for her rescuer, but he was no where to be seen. She looked over her shoulder towards the mouth of the cave. It had stopped raining even though thunder could still be heard in the distance.
She wasn’t afraid. She had no reason to fear. She was safe and dry, or mostly dry. She reached up to her shoulder instinctively to check for her red hood and felt a small amount of anxiety in her stomach when she realized it wasn’t there. She looked around quickly, seeing if it was on the ground anywhere.
“If you are looking for your cape, I have it right here,” a deep voice echoed throughout the cave.
She looked about, trying to find the direction from which the voice came, but there was no way of telling for sure.
“Who are you,” she asked, her voice resolute and strong.
“The person who just rescued you from that storm,” the stranger said confidently, “You know, it wasn’t a very wise thing to go out in the middle of a storm.”
“It sneaked up on me,” she said, “I didn’t know there was a storm coming.” Her eyes shifted around the cave, still searching for the face of her mysterious rescuer.
“You are very fortunate I heard your screams,” he continued.
“Yes, I admire you for having the ears of a wolf,” she said, squinting her eyes in the near darkness.
The stranger chuckled lightly. “What is your name, little girl,” he asked.
“If I tell you, would you come out from hiding,” she asked in a challenging tone.
“You may not like what you see if I do,” he said. A smile could be heard in his voice.
“I doubt that,” she said, unmoved by his warning, “I’ve seen my share of strange happenings.”
“You are brave for someone so young,” he said, slightly surprised by her abundant confidence.
“I’m not as young as you may think,” she said, getting to her feet, “I may be called Little Red Riding Hood, but I’ve learned the hard way that things are never what they seem.”
“You are very wise as well,” the stranger stated with admiration. “Do you mind if I call you Red?”
“It does not matter to me,” she said, walking around the fire and gazing at the gray walls. “But I still have no name to call you.”
“It will not matter soon enough,” he said, “You will be on your way and we will probably never speak again.”
“You sound so sure of this. You ask for nothing in return for saving my life,” she asked, somewhat disbelieving.
“I need nothing,” he stated.
She walked around the cave, not straying far from the protective light of the fire. “Do you live here,” she asked, touching the cold wall.
“Yes, this is my home,” he said.
“Do you not have a family or friends,” she asked curiously.
“A person like me does not make friends so easily,” he said, his deep voice still echoing around the cave.
“Please sir, I wish to see your face,” she entreated him gently.
“I do not wish to frighten such a sweet girl as you,” he said.
“I do not fear you. You have shown me nothing but kindness. I only wish that you would let me return the favor,” she said soothingly.
“Such thoughtfulness,” the stranger mused softly, “Like the first breath of spring.” He paused for a moment, as if contemplating his next move. “You promise not to be frightened,” he asked after a moment.
She smiled a little. “I promise,” she said, standing near the fire.
An unsettling sound of crackling dead leaves echoed against the cave walls. Being unsure of where the footsteps were coming from, little Red began looking around anxiously. She began instinctively backing up to get a better view of the area. Suddenly, she felt herself hit a familiar, soft structure. The surprise of the impact caused her to yelp out a little. She quickly turned around and gasped ever so slightly.
Standing before her was a white and gray creature, towering over her by a little less then a foot. He had huge paws with dulled claws and his tail moved back and forth slowly in time with the beating of Red’s heart. He wore a blue jacket that was too small to fit over his chest and the sleeves only came to his forearms. It was old and worn, but looked as though it was once worn by a rich gentleman to an elegant party or the theatre.
Red backed up to get a better look at him. He was half in shadow, giving him an unintended sinister appearance.
“You’re a wolf,” she said a bit uneasily.
He nodded. “Yes, I am. And I see you are uncomfortable,” he said, turning to go back into the shadows.
“Wait,” she said a little more desperately than intended.
He stopped, his back turned to her. She took a step towards him.
“Please, don’t go,” she implored.
He smiled very slightly and turned back around, stepping into the light more. Little Red approached him, gazing up into his gentle blue eyes. He no longer looked threatening and carried the appearance more of a loyal dog than a cunning wolf. His smile was warm and friendly, relieving some of the tension in the moment.
The wolf held out Red’s cape to her. It was stained with mud and torn at the very bottom, ripped by a tree branch in the storm. She looked at it with grave disappointment and gloom, not bothering to reach for it. The wolf’s smile faded.
“I’m sorry. I tried to clean it as best I could,” he apologized, “But the only clean water in the forest is in the river, and I did not want to leave you alone.”
“It’s alright,” she sighed, taking it from his massive paw, “I’m sure my grandma can clean and fix it.”
“Is that where you were headed,” he asked, watching her wrap the cape over her shoulders and tie it around her neck.
“Yes,” she stated, “She is not feeling well. I had a basket of baked goods for her, but I lost it in the storm.”
“That’s a shame,” he said, looking towards the mouth of the cave. The sun was beginning to rise. He sighed, not liking the fact that she would have to be going soon. It was rare to find someone who not only was interesting to talk to but also did not judge him for being a wolf. “I suppose you should be on your way,” he said.
Red looked over at the rising sun and sighed. “I suppose so,” she agreed. But a smile crept onto her face as a thought came to her mind. “Would you mind escorting me to the river,” she asked.
The wolf’s ears perked up. “Why, I would be honored,” he said, offering her his arm like a gentleman.
Red smiled and looped her arm with his and the two began walking through the woods together.
“By the way,” Red began as they trekked through the debris from the storm, “Do you have a name?”
“Well, most of my life I have been called nothing but ‘wolf’. I don’t think I have a real name,” he answered.
“Then we must give you one,” Red stated.
“Very well then,” the wolf said with a smile, “What would you like to call me?”
Red smiled and thought for a moment. “Tyrone,” she said, feeling as though it suited a tall, strong creature like him.
“Very well then,” the wolf said joyously, “Tyrone it is.”
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