<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/elfi9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Oyohusa Adawehi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898522#msg5898522)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>County Road 923 heading into Reedland, Utah<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lyguardia Fen (Iggy)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The night before when the Native American made his camp in an unknown wooded area several hundred yards from the highway he kneeled down setting on his heels facing his small camp fire. He was shirtless and without anything covering his feet but wearing old faded and well worn blue jeans. Although he was facing the fire as if gazing into it his dark brooding eyes were closed. His lips were moving but no sound could be heard as he silently chanted calling upon his totem spirit, the great wolf who ever since he was a child appeared to him as a female. He was asking her for guidance as the trail to the monsters he hunts had gone cold he needs help from the spirit world to show him the right path. With opening his eyes he reached into a pouch laid out in front of him on the ground and gathered a pinch between thumb and forefinger. He tossed the small amount of powder into the flame which instantly flare up and change to a pale green hue and the smoke thickened into a small cloud like formation that despite the mild breeze did not move from its spot just above the small fire.<br/><br/>Oyohusa finally opened his eyes and looked into the smoke hanging in place. Slowly the smoke churned and twisted then an image of a young woman appeared to him in the smoke. She has long dark hair almost black and full lips. He was confused by the image as she is not coming in the form of other victims of those he hunts. Others the image would freeze and begin to decay showing that their death was imminent if he did not reach them in time, but this girl remained beautiful and alive. Slowly the image pulled back to show her moving about a rustic styled restaurant clearly as a server there. He muttered in the language of his ancestors asking where this girl is, where the restaurant is located. He does not ask the reason for seeing her as he does not question where Wolf leads him or her reasons. He just knows that she is to be followed even if what she wants for him is not the same as he wants. The image finally showed him the outside of the tavern then more of the town finally showing him the sign on County Road 923 which read “Welcome to Reedland, population 1013.” That is where the image faded and the smoke dissipated and the fire returned to normal.<br/><br/>The next morning the warrior dressed in a faded flannel shirt to match the worn appearance of his jeans topped it with an equally aged denim jacket and straw cowboy hat with native bead work and a single eagle feather. His boots are brown scuffed and dusty. He patched up his camp leaving no trace he had ever been there. As he started his walk along the road side he had a backpack on his back with staff of his spear in his hand while the razor sharp head was stored in the pack along with his tomahawks. His three knives are hidden beneath the jacket. The only weapons visible are the unstrung bow fastened to the side of the pack and the quiver of arrows on the opposite side. The sun was just cresting the eastern horizon when he left the woods to once again start walking on the shoulder of the road.<br/><br/>The sun is beginning to set in the west when the traveler pauses to read the sign saying he has reached County Road 923 and another signing indicating that Reedland is in the direction he is heading. He adjusts the pack and continues his trek. Soon after the sun is full set he spots an old Ford truck on the side of the road. At first he pays let attention to the derelict vehicle thinking it is either abandoned or the owner has gone off to get help. It is not until he is alongside the battered and rusty pickup that he notices the woman on the hood.<br/><br/>Oyohusa stops and looks at the young woman and for the first time in the four since his village was slaughtered he thinks about the beauty of a woman. In her jeans and boots her dark skin and hair remind him so very much of the woman he had loved and lost with rest of his people. As he looks upon her he becomes aware of something else. She seems to be carrying a weight of sorrow and lose much like his own. He does not know how he knows this but he does know, he can just sense it about her. He shakes his head to clear it of these thoughts as they do not matter and will not help get his vengeance.<br/><br/>”Excuse me, Miss. If I can get your truck running will you take me into town?”