Garou 1/2
(A Ranma 1/2 and World of Darkness crossover)
Disclaimer: Neither Ranma 1/2 nor Werewolf: The Apocalypse belong to me.
'Nuff said.
Prologue
The large silver-haired wolf, once-bright silver-blue eyes dulled with
pain, half-limped and half-dragged itself towards the valley.
The fight was long, hard, and ultimately fatal; to the enemy, most
certainly, and, most likely, himself.
However, he wouldn't give the real enemy, the Wyrm which struck with
poisoned fangs against the world, the satisfaction of giving up, of dying
without a struggle. Behind him he left the bodies of his enemies, both those
of the pair of Leeches, and those of the trio of fellow packmates, corrupted
by the insane Wyrm, all lying battered and broken among a field soaked with
blood. Too, he left behind him the corpses of a pair of Wild Kin, who fought
at his side and died with their teeth in the throat of the enemy. In front of
him, he could faintly smell water. A drink... and perhaps shelter.
He had followed the trail of the corrupt Garou for two months, traveling
from his home in northern Germany all the way to China. It was his duty; as
Warder of his sept, it was his responsibility to fight those who threatened his
people. He had found them working with the Leeches, most likely for personal
power, or perhaps through servitude; it didn't matter.
Now they were dead, and he was alive, however momentarily. Their target,
a Silent Strider messenger who carried important information on a certain sect
of Leeches who worked towards the downfall of the Garou, was alive and running.
He crested a hill, and saw his destination; a small valley filled with small
bodies of water, some almost puddles. There was little signs of habitation, but
there was a small hut with smoke coming out of a chimney. Perhaps here he could
find assistance, or perhaps not.
He continued his halting progress towards the hut, and stopped by a small
spring to take a drink. He was... so thirsty. As he bent over, the last thing
his fading eyes saw was his reflection staring back at him.
Author's Notes: This idea just kinda pooped up on me. I haven't seen very many crossovers between Ranma and World of Darkness; only the "Nezumi" story (a definite
must-read) so far, and so I decided to write one. So far, the scene is set; heh...
any guesses as to what will happen? deus_ex_mach42@hotmail.com for
comments/criticism. I apologize for any mistakes I might make in the World of
Darkness references; I know less than I probably should about it for someone
writing about it... (shrug) oh, well.
(A Ranma 1/2 and World of Darkness crossover)
Disclaimer: Neither Ranma 1/2 nor Werewolf: The Apocalypse belong to me.
'Nuff said.
Prologue
The large silver-haired wolf, once-bright silver-blue eyes dulled with
pain, half-limped and half-dragged itself towards the valley.
The fight was long, hard, and ultimately fatal; to the enemy, most
certainly, and, most likely, himself.
However, he wouldn't give the real enemy, the Wyrm which struck with
poisoned fangs against the world, the satisfaction of giving up, of dying
without a struggle. Behind him he left the bodies of his enemies, both those
of the pair of Leeches, and those of the trio of fellow packmates, corrupted
by the insane Wyrm, all lying battered and broken among a field soaked with
blood. Too, he left behind him the corpses of a pair of Wild Kin, who fought
at his side and died with their teeth in the throat of the enemy. In front of
him, he could faintly smell water. A drink... and perhaps shelter.
He had followed the trail of the corrupt Garou for two months, traveling
from his home in northern Germany all the way to China. It was his duty; as
Warder of his sept, it was his responsibility to fight those who threatened his
people. He had found them working with the Leeches, most likely for personal
power, or perhaps through servitude; it didn't matter.
Now they were dead, and he was alive, however momentarily. Their target,
a Silent Strider messenger who carried important information on a certain sect
of Leeches who worked towards the downfall of the Garou, was alive and running.
He crested a hill, and saw his destination; a small valley filled with small
bodies of water, some almost puddles. There was little signs of habitation, but
there was a small hut with smoke coming out of a chimney. Perhaps here he could
find assistance, or perhaps not.
He continued his halting progress towards the hut, and stopped by a small
spring to take a drink. He was... so thirsty. As he bent over, the last thing
his fading eyes saw was his reflection staring back at him.
Author's Notes: This idea just kinda pooped up on me. I haven't seen very many crossovers between Ranma and World of Darkness; only the "Nezumi" story (a definite
must-read) so far, and so I decided to write one. So far, the scene is set; heh...
any guesses as to what will happen? deus_ex_mach42@hotmail.com for
comments/criticism. I apologize for any mistakes I might make in the World of
Darkness references; I know less than I probably should about it for someone
writing about it... (shrug) oh, well.
