Tuesday howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
Gosh, I've been lost in the doldrums today, as in lacking energy. The high humidity doesn't help. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this little fantasy-fun flash scene.
Our Space Chariot Awaits
"My kingdom for a real man." Khaidan leaned on the windowsill of her favorite window gazing up at the star-filled night sky. "Maybe that should be, my queendom for a real man."
Once again the desperate urge plagued her. Over the long years, she'd tried various self-help methods but hadn't been successful in ridding herself of this sharp terrible longing. No, the emotional pain seemed to own her soul.
Yeah, likely it would always own her soul. Khaidan sighed, then leaned farther out the open window, having removed the screen when first moving into the place. The view had been more important than dealing with the insect population.
With her heart on permanent ache, Khaidan swept her gaze over the familiar constellations, and wondered if she'd also catch sight of a UFO. Oh yeah, she'd seen a few obvious 'unknowns' zigzagging across the sky. Then there were the stationary, Christmas-tree light objects that formed arrows, as if pointing to something.
Nothing tonight. Only the gorgeous array of stars. "I can't even wish on the first star," Khaidan murmured, while desperately wishing her painful desire would simply cease to exist. "Poof, go away," she ordered in a whisper that sounded pathetic to her ears.
Despite being exhausted earlier, Khaidan hadn't been able to sleep worth a damn. Now she felt wired in a strange way, as if she stood on an invisible precipice.
To amuse herself, she made up, "Starlight, star bright, all the stars I see tonight. I wish I may I wish might have this wish I wish tonight." A real man. A planet full of real men. Anything...
A howl split the night air, the sound eerie, with a force that tingled through her veins. Nervously, Khaidan threaded her fingers through her loose hair, then shook her head. Supernatural, she thought.
Okay, coyotes roamed the rural area, and she was used to hearing their howls and hunting yips. But this...
Another howl. Larger than life, with a power that caused her to outright tremble. Khaidan stepped back from the window. Brawny arms wrapped around her.
Stunned, fear racing through her, Khaidan froze. Her mind blanked. Yet she felt a male body that could only be described as hunky in the extreme. Whoever he was, whatever his foul intentions, he held her like a lover.
When her thoughts kicked back in, Khaidan envisioned a dozen different ways to save herself -- the scenes flashing rapidly. Yet, even with adrenalin quickening her heart beat, her body didn't respond, staying perfectly still.
"I have found you," a sinfully smoky voice poured into her ear. And before she knew it, Khaidan was whirled around.
She stared into fathomless dark eyes with glints of starlight, at a face that looked both primal and aristocratic. Her tongue refused to untie itself, but the question echoed through her head, who are you?
Aware the man continued to hold her in a lover's embrace, Khaidan's arms finally moved, her hands instinctively planting themselves on his chest. No need to ask if he worked out.
"I have searched the galaxy for where you incarnated." Again the smoky irresistible tone.
"Incarnated," Khaidan squeaked out, but huskily. Damn, could his mouth be more kissable?
"A long story. You were kidnapped. Before I could rescue you, your soul escaped."
Khaidan frowned, befuddled to the max. He sure didn't act like a rapist, or her idea of one.
"Your memories will return once..." He paused, studying her with an intensity that made Khaidan want to squirm... but not squirm out of his arms. "The shadow of incarnating in this realm blocks your soul's remembrance."
"Does it now?" she semi-snapped back, some of her spirit returning. "Have a name?"
Khaidan's breath rushed past her lips as his gaze glittered with amusement, as his lips tipped upward into a small smile. "I am known as Zherkol, the Sky Coyote."
Something indefinable tugged at the back of Khaidan's memory, flitting away before she could grab hold. "Sky Coyote?"
"Dreams," he prompted. "Do you recall your recent dreams of a coyote?"
Crystal clear, the images appeared, and Khaidan jerked as the large handsome coyote morphed into a human figure. "You?" she mouthed, disbelieving, thinking somehow she'd fallen asleep, and had to be dreaming. Instead of...
"Me," he announced, his gaze teasing her.
"I don't understand."
"You know you've always adored shapeshifters."
His words certainly rang true, given her raging appetite for shifter romance novels, and for reading nonfiction paranormal books on the subject.
"I am dreaming this, right?" Sure, right, here she was asking a dream character if he was a dream. Yeah, that worked.
"You've always been my dream woman," he intoned flirtatiously, even as he rocked her in his embrace.
"And how did you get here?" Khaidan asked, as if the question mattered to anything in this over-the-top bizarre scenario.
"Wanna take a ride?" Zherkol singsonged in his virile voice. "Our space chariot awaits."
Khaidan opened her mouth to speak, but what did she say? A myriad of emotions charged through her, with total bewilderment at the top of the list. Discovering she stroked his forearms, Khaidan tried, "Where are we going?"
"Not to infinity and beyond," Zherkol drily bantered. "Just a hop and a cloud-skip away to a place called Talbot's Peak, Montana."
"That's over... well, a long way from here." Khaiden spun inside, dizzy with what happened... or didn't... or...
"It's a haven for shapeshifters. If you like the place we'll settle there. That is, once we get to know each other again." The confidence in Zherkol's tone couldn't be missed.
Khaidan found herself running her hands up his beautifully muscled arms covered in some kind of mystery fabric that reminded her of silk and suede combined. "Just pack up and move?"
"Why not? The space chariot makes a good, is it 'moving van'? when needed." Zherkol swept his hands over her back, and Khaidan nearly moaned. "Can I entice you into dining with me? The selection of establishment's is most excellent."
"Not a thing to wear," Khaidan spoke her first thought, her hands wandering over his chest.
"Easily solved, Khaidan."
"Hey, I didn't tell you my name."
Before she knew it, Zherkol hauled her upward and handily tossed her over his big broad shoulder. Pivoting in the small room, he strode for the back door of Khaidan's farm house.
"A man always knows the name his woman has chosen... once he finds her."
Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ...
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance