Daniel stared at the young women through his binoculars. She stood naked by a river, looking down at the deer tracks he himself had left on the ground. She was hunting for food to feed herself, unaware of the hunter who stood several feet away from her.
See, the girl was of an strange race discovered in ancient times. Born of the Earth, the wild females lived in small tribes, their human like features originally allowing them to blend into the landscape. Despite their best attempts to keep hidden, it was soon discovered that these nomads held a kind of ability only human males could trigger.
If one played close of enough attention, they'd see that the women all had similar faces--dull black eyes, thin lips, straight nose and a round face. Their hair, body and expressions were otherwise generic, and it was often difficult to tell them apart. But somehow we realized that these creatures appeared unremarkable as a way to ward off human men. It seemed that if a mature human male managed to subdue them and press their lips against theirs, the female creatures would turn into the mans sexual and spiritual ideal women or man. They were then bound to whomever conquered them, gifting their conqueror with their own enhanced abilities.
Unfortunately (for them), the nomadic women could not keep their secret forever, and today, they're a virtually extinct species. In the Middle Ages, as technology professed, they could no longer hide from us and they were completely monopolized. The last man to find a woman for himself was Charles Kinnear, an Australian adventurer who died in the early 1910s. His woman died six days later.
Daniel had found this woman while searching for his lost dog somewhere in the Appalachian mountains. He'd seen her from far away, wrestling with a large mammal for a quail. He snapped a quick, blurry photo and began to do research on the wild female species he figured she belonged to. He the spent everyday following false leads, studying her from a far, and risking his neck to reach her. Daniel had bad luck when it came to love, and he was desperate to create a girl that even HE couldn't find fault in.
Now, After two years of searching for her, 30 year old Daniel now had her in his line of vision. Holding up his tranquilizer rifle, he aimed at the girl, and aimed for ass. When she bent down to sniff something, he pulled the trigger and saw her gasp at the shot.
After some struggle, she pulled the tranquilizer off her and began to run into the forest. Daniel followed her, looking down to see her small footprints leading towards a waterfall. Daniel, afraid that she might have attempted suicide by immersing herself in the large body of water, ran faster.
Immense relief filled him at the sight of the woman collapsed on the ground, near the edge of the fall. Grabbing some rope, he tied the wrists of the heavy drugged girl and tied them tightly together. He did the same around her ankles, and then tied the binds on her wrists and legs together. The women was now in a fetal position.
Once he was sure he had her secured, Daniel began to think. Should he take this wild girl home and wait there to change her? Or should he do it here and get it over with?