I am Himiin, spirit of the mountain of the Lake Nimiipuu. I was put upon this mountain by the Creator to watch over all the creatures of the mountain. My brother, Wewukiye is the sprit of the lake and our sister, Sa-qan is the spirit to the sky. We were made spirits when our father was selfish and caused our band of Nimiipuu great loss. My story is the first of three books. You can find my story at:
Hello Himiin, tell us what differentiates you from your kind? Do you have special abilities?
I am a shape shifter with the ability to enter other creatures' bodies. When in their bodies I can heal or I can manipulate them to do what will benefit the other creatures. I cannot harm nor can I kill the creatures of the mountain. But I can kill the evil that comes to my mountain in the form of other spirits. Unlike my brother and sister who may roam the Nimiipuu land as they wish, I cannot step off the mountain or I will no longer exist. The Creator put this restriction upon me knowing I would go back to our birth place and try to rectify our father's wrong.
Tell us about your most current adventure.
After fighting with an evil spirit on my mountain, I was caught off guard by a young maiden who tended my wounds. She spoke of her upcoming marriage to the enemy Blackleg. Her caring touched a part of me that had not been touched since I became a spirit. I became determined to watch over her and soon found myself caring more for the one mortal than anything else- even my mountain.
Excerpt from Spirit of the Mountain:
Wren’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “My gift is to save The People. The weyekin who came to me in my vision quest said this.” She wrapped her arms around herself as if staving off a cold breeze.
Himiin hated that they argued when they should relish their time together. He moved to her, drawing her against his chest, embracing her. The shape of her body molded to his. Her curves pressed against him. Holding her this way flamed the need he’d tried to suppress. He placed a hand under her chin, raising her face to his. The sorrow in her eyes tugged at his conscience. To make her leaving any harder was wrong. But having experienced her in his arms, he was grieved to let her go. Even for the sake of their people.
Her eyelids fluttered closed. Her pulse quickened under his fingers. Shrugging off the consequences, he lowered his lips to hers. They were softer than he imagined. Her breath hitched as he touched her intimately. Parting his lips, he touched her with his tongue, wanting to see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.
She tasted of sweet honey straight from the bosom of a bee tree.
One taste was not enough. He pulled her closer, moving his lips across hers, tasting and savoring the feel of them.
Her mouth opened and she sighed.
His body came to life. The sensations transcended anything he’d experienced before. How could one woman make him feel powerful and vulnerable at the same time? Why did he wish to crush her to him and never let go and yet feel compelled to treat her with the tenderness one would give the tiniest of creatures? He couldn’t continue this way.
To hold her, to touch her soft skin. He would never be able to let her go.
Tell us a little bit about your author. Where can we find more of their works? And If you could offer your author advice, what would it be?
My author grew up in the land of the Lake Nimiipuu. She rode her horse on a mountain two ridges from mine. We met once as she daydreamed on the back of her horse. Today she lives 300 miles from my mountain and has raised four children. She is loyal to her mate of thirty-one years. My story was her first attempt at paranormal. Her other books are historical and contemporary westerns. You can learn more about my author and see the lake where my brother resides at her website. http://www.patyjager.net
My advice to my author…Keep researching and you will find many more stories to write.
Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
There is only one way for which people see me. That is my wolf form-I am not allowed to show myself to mortals in any other form. Though I break the Creator's rule and show myself to Wren who sees me as I wish to be seen, a caring man who would do anything for her.
Is there a message you want to get across in this interview?
The Nimiipuu have a deep seated love of the Wallowa country. It did not happen overnight, it was grown and nurtured through the ages.
Have you ever lost control? And what was the outcome?
I lost control once when I first became a spirit. There was a confrontation with a zealous warrior. His blood is on my hands and will forever remind me to never lose my control again. I was fortunate the Creator understood I had yet to learn all my spirit capabilities and gave me a second chance.
Do you think you are a superior being?
I am a spirit. I watch over the Lake Nimiipuu. How can I be anything but superior when I can outwit all creatures.
How do you feel about being a spirit?
I have over the many seasons roamed the mountain enjoying the freedom and helping the creatures. It fulfilled me until Wren touched my life. Her conviction and caring toward her people humbled me.
How old are you?
It is my guess that I am over a hundred but less than two hundred years.
Does shifting hurt?
No, I transition from body to body in a wisp of smoke. But I cannot remain in the human form for long periods of time. It requires more power than slipping into an animal and drains me.
Have you ever unintentionally shifted? And if so, how did you deal with it?
I have always shifted how or when I wished, but I have not liked some mortal vessels I slipped into. Especially the Blackleg, Hawk who hurt Wren.