He sat among his people and often felt like an outcast the way the tribal leaders glanced his way.

"Wayasti, you are a man now and you can choose a new name to be known among the people, but before that is finished I want you to go on a vision quest." The eldest man of the circle told him.

The eyes of the council looked his way and waited for an answer.

Steel Ice Eyes looked to the man and a voice as calm sunshine replied "I will go."

That was three years ago and even today Wayasti was haunted by a strange dream. He saw himself hovering over a woman's face while he took her in a savage need, spilling her first blood and leaving her bruised, battered, and full of his seed. Wayasti knew that his dream meant something but couldn't place his finger on the truth of the need to fulfill this dream.

It was true that Wayasti visited several therapists in search of why his dream kept getting more clearer, how he could smell her scent and how his heart raced when he awoke.

"Personally I see it as the instinctual need to procreate offspring and find a suitable as well as compatible mate." Was the statement his last counselor told him in the final session.

While walking to the local bus stop Wayasti stopped dead in his tracks. There was something in the air, a faint scent of someone that was fresh, clean.. bordering on honeysuckle. The nostrils flared to receive the sweet scent as his heart pounded loud like the drums in pow wow.

ITS HER!

Wayasti looked over the five women that was waiting for the bus. Three of them old and weary but the remaining two were to be in the late 20's or early 30's. He had to find out more as he quickly scanned over their bodies tryoing to find a match to the woman in his dreams.

Yet as he passed each one on his way to a seat the scent was absent. How could that be, he had smelled her scent it was there at the stop and all of them had gotten abroad. Finally he took his seat and glanced out the window behind them at the stop. How could I have been wrong?

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Three days passed since that day, Wayasti knew that something was going to happen and was felling edgy as he was unable to put the feeling to rest. So he changed his tactics, arriving places earlier in case her scent was promising and did some extra searching.

On Saturday he went back to the bu stop and wandered the block hoping to catch the scent and possibly find the missing woman. Then it occurred to him to use better methods of tracking. He needed to talk to one of those people that do sketches of people like the police have.

So on Monday during his lunch break he went to talk to the sketch artist at the police station. At first the man was skeptical about doing the drawing but Wayasti was insistent.

"This woman has been in my mind since I was a man in my tribe. I thought she might have been part of the people and we had been friends in childhood. I have been trying to find her for three years. Please help me find some answers..... it hurts to have such strong visions of some one and not be able to find them."

"A friend of mine was part Injun. He talked about vision quests his granddaddy went on and stuff.... I can't blame you for wanting some peace." The man replied and nodded to Wayasti. "Tell me about her face."

Two hours later Wayasti had the face of his dream woman. She didn't look familiar to him but the officer gave him a clue that he hadn't expected.

"There is a girl that works at the Botanical Garden by the park. This looks a lot like her but I am not really sure as she is a lot paler then you described."

Wayasti was thrilled by this turn of events and instead of returning to work he went straight to the Gardens. Once he arrived and paid the admission price Wayasti showed his picture to some of the staff asking if they knew where he could find her.

"Chris isn't in trouble is she?" One juice vendor asked.

"Not at all... I'm just trying to find her." Wayasti gave his best smile as inside he was twisting up and becoming strangly aggressive.

Finally he came to a section of the Gardens where the honeysuckle grew wild. The aroma was very strong but still he was able to locate her despite the overgrowth. Wayasti spotted her first. Her long auburn hair braided to lie over her shoulders, the gentle bend of her shoulders making them sweep down to long willowy arms. Her body curvy and full, showing the swell of those reddened mounds of flesh and a slender waist to slightly bulge into the rounded swell of hips and an ass that makes some men drool to grab.

"Can I help you?" The girl walked over to him and she had a few freckles and eyes that sparkled with starry midnight skies.

"It's you!" Wayasti exclaimed then without warning kissed her passionately.

This post has been edited by landi on Jan 16 2008, 09:54 PM

Another delightful tale in the making, Landi. Thanks for posting. :)

I like that story, especially the name of her (although I am male) :lol:

As humor has it one of my middle names is Christine.. So i do completely understand ... I'm just waiting for the query on What's his name stand for

*kisses*

Wow you do come up with very interesting topics. Keep up the good work.

There was that quick flash of anger that a total stranger had kissed her so intimately. When Wayasti pulled away she slapped him. His face flushed with redness and his eyes darkened to think she daring to defy destiny.

"How dare you!" Christine spat.

Undaunted Wayasti merely smiled as his hand covered the one that slapped him. His voice never wavered as he spoke in tones that lingered along menacing. "I do dare, teqwah. I dare quite often when it comes to my heart."

Chris shivered as the sensation of the dog growling filled her senses. "Your heart?"

"Huka, Teqwah. Always remember that ... the signs pointed you to me.. I will have my totem watch you so I will never have to find you again." Wayasti nodded as his hand moved off hers.

"What does that mean?" Chris looked into his eyes with her almond shaped orbs of midnight.

"It means small one.... I know you are meant to be mine.. and the Wolf is a powerful totem." Wayasti explained in soft baritone breathes.

Chris felt her body get excited. Her heart beating faster then normal as her exhales became haggard to draw air to refill her. The damp shards of dew resting on her brow and neck becoming evident as she stood toe to toe with this stranger. I can't believe I am getting aroused by this neanderthal

Wayasti read her face and replied with a low gutteral growl. "Aroused is hardly the full truth."

A great start so far Landi , Please continue soon hun ^_^ I can't wait to see what happens throughout this story. I love the charecters , very interesting plot too. What does his name mean if I may inquire? I am quite enthralled by this addition of your's to the forum, hope to see many more landi :wub: Thanks for what you have thus far anyways, and keep up the great work :blush: _Dami

An excellant staory in the making landi, and I love the indian name you gave your male character Wayasti (Mighty Wolf) I absolutly love it. His adventure is somewhat inspiring to me and I cant wait to see what happens next :wub: :heart:

Keep up the fantastic work ^_^ and remember that the Wolf Spirit will always watch over you *gropes and kisses*

~Love KainWolf :heart: :heart: :heart:

Chris blinked a few times as his reply caught her completely off guard. "How could you know?"

"I told you.. I knew I would find you. My totem is powerful."

So many questions filled her head as she continued to be enamored by his presence. Chris was unaware that her pheromones were rising and adding to Wayasti's increasing need to tuck her somewhere privately to explore subduing of the effects she was causing on his mind and being.

"When do you get off work?" Wayasti asked as the pounding of his heart matched the drumming pulse along his temples.

"Why?" Chris challenged afraid that something mystical was at work.

"I would rather take you in private then in public."

Chris was floored by his honest reply, she felt he was trying to intimidate her and it was working. Still she took a few staggering steps back from his body. "I'm not interested."

"There you are wrong... your body begs for what I offer, your eyes undress my body as badly as I want to yours. Your heart is beating so fast that you are feeling light-headed. Plus you are starting to drool." His finger wiped away the trickle of spit slipping down from the left side of her mouth.

Chris jerked back once more. "You need to leave.... you're causing a scene."

"What time?" There was a low guttural growl as he asked again.

"eight forty-five." Chris replied as her eyes widened from the unquestioning demand of an honest answer.

Wayasti gave Chris another breathtaking kiss that left her wobbly to stand up straight when he pulled away. She watched dreamily as he turned on his heels and walked away.

"Who was that hunk?" A co-worker asked coming to her rescue before she landed on the ground from weakness.

"I don't know... but we have a date." Chris rasped with a jagged draw of air for her aching lungs as she stared after the path wondering how she fell prey to losing her common sense.

Very nice chapter can't wait till 8:45

Intriguing story so far. I like. I will be watching for more.

so far so good, keep it up

Chris tried hard to focus on her job, she even tried to encourage her day dream of visiting Australia to keep her mind from replaying those kisses.

During her break several of the girls were whispering in the corner as she went to get a pop from the soda machine. Chris' ears were burning as those busybodies were gossiping about that man and those hot steamy kisses.

I wish it was one of you that got it instead of me Chris thought angrily as she walked back to the gardens.

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Wayasti on the other hand was being lectured by his Supervisor for taking too long of a lunch break. Even the cool manner was making things worse as the venting continued for another hour preventing Wayasti from tending to his work.

Finally the man stormed off and Wayasti smirked. "Must suck not having a woman."
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Time ticked by slowly but the five o'clock hour arrived and Wayasti went to his small studio apartment. He looked it over several times before starting to cleanse it for his evening plans. He pictured her in this room, kneeling before him and actually begging for his prowess.

It took little time for his home to become spotless, a trait that took years of discipline to achieve. He smirked as he folded the last towel and placed it in the hall closet, his thoughts about the wild rituals they would submit themselves too in the name of tradition to his people.

Soon his thoughts changed as a pain shot along his arm. Wayasti was dropping to his knees as this strange jolt wracked fever through his nerves and crackled along his bones.

"Egwa Wanagi! Hemaca wicasa iyotanyapi ! " Wayasti begged before falling to the floor and sprawled out in a fever.

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It was dark when Wayasti woke, his eyes scanning his watch for the time.. He gulped hard as it was eight twenty nine and vowed to bring Chris here to his home, to take full control of her and possess her as his own..

Wayasti quickly slipped on his shoes and headed out the door for the Gardens. He was hoping that he could still catch her before losing her again.

Chris glanced at the clock as the announcement echoed from the loudspeaker about the park closing at eight thirty. She half hoped that he would appear and yet prayed he didn't show at all. Chris finished her side work and then walked to the parking lot and glanced about. She didn't see her strange kisser and glanced at her cell phone one last time.. nine o six.. "I knew it was just a scam .. damn those girls... I bet one of them hired that guy just to have a lark."

Wayasti stepped from the shadows and glanced at her with wide eyes "Oh if that were the truth, you would be kidnapped Teqwah."