WILD WOLF

First Notes

This is my first fanfiction I will hopefully entertain someone with it. The story is at first set during the 2nd to last year of Ranma's training trip with Genma. I have done some rearranged of facts the bigger differences will not pop up till later. So there will be OOC stuff.

This is a Ranma 1/2 cross over with the series of books by Alice Borchardt 'Night of the Wolf', The Silver Wolf' and 'The Wolf King' They are set in various periods from 30 B.C.E to 800 C.E all centred around two werewolves one a wolf who became a man the other a noble born girl who becomes a wolf.

There is also another world, which lies parallel to our own in the book within which exists mysterious powers and things. It is a great series, which is rich in detail and has a lot of historical factoids.

Second Notes 16 /05/05 I have spent a little time spell checking and separating paragraphs. It is a long way from perfect. I really suck at grammar and spelling.

Disclaimer -
I don't own Ranma 1/2 that honour belongs to the great artist Rumiko Takahashi And the world of the wolves belongs to Alice Borchardt. Please don't sue me.

ENJOY!

In the distance a small flickering light can be seen fighting valiantly against the heavy storm which was assaulting the mountain ledge, it was perched upon. Surrounding the ledge was a heavy forest of pine, snow covered the ground and the tall trees nearly covered the light.

Closer to the source of light could be seen a small tent the kind millions of people swear about every time they go camping. At any moment the tent looked ready to launch itself up into the air and flee the storm.

Inside the tent the only source of light a small propane lamp, illuminates two figures closely huddled together to maintain the scant heat produced by the lamp. The fatter figure was covered in two sleeping bags and had thick wool gloves on his hands his glasses fogged up with the heat he was producing which forced him to push them down his nose to keep an eye on his son.

"You know Ranma if you had been able to get into that house we could have been out of this freezing country before winter set in. All you had to do was get past that security system. I'm sure that they must have had some thing good if they had such strong security."

Genma glared at his disobedient son who in return stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry. "Pop's that wasn't just someone's house that was a high security government building, it didn't just have good security it had armed guards. And I don't know how attached you are to your skin but I have grown very attached to mine. Those guards looked like they shot first and shot again so they can't ask questions variety."

Genma scowled "Well unless we get some cash from some where we won't get back to Japan for a while" Pulling the hoods of the sleeping bags over his head so only his nose could be seen Genma laid down and told Ranma in a muffled voice

"Get some sleep. I was talking to a local this morning and he said that there are legends about these mountains holding some big treasure, of course he also said it was guarded by savage beasts. But I think you can handle that. It will be part of your training." Genma chuckled as he snuggled down in his sleeping bag.

Ranma pulled the blanket he had managed to drag from his Fathers grasp around his shoulders; which where cover in a thin red cotton t-shirt with the slogan 'Order is for Idiots, only True Genius can live in Chaos' in black writing. He had kept his heavy black leather boots on and had his Khaki pants tucked into them. His shoulder length hair was dark with almost metallic silver white tips and it seemed to float around his face.It keep his shoulders warmer than what the blanket was managing to keep his chest.

Ranma clasped the blanket tightly in his hands, if he wasn't observant Genma was more than ready to snatch it away.

They had been travelling through Europe on a training trip and so far they were into their ninth year.

They had passed through China, Russia and Turkey till they had reached the heart of the European continent. It was a slow process followed by fast dashes as Genma and Ranma fled from Genma induced retribution.

Ranma wondered it he could ever turn his own Father in for the reward and if so how many countries would offer food in exchange for the fat B$$$$.

For the past hour a heavy snow had replaced the rain which had been falling and no sound could be heard except Genma's snoring as both tried to sleep the cold night away. Ranma was faced with a problem for the last couple of hours he had been busting to take a leak, but he didn't want to let go of what little warmth he had managed to hoard in his blanket.

It was a desperate battle of will and he had been wondering what he could do since it started snowing. Ranma sighed and with the theory that if it happens quickly it hurts less jumped up and rushed outside the tent.

The snow was slowing to a lazy fall when Ranma poked his head out of the tent, the clouds had cleared and a moon that was nearly full shone down on the dark forest and white snow.

Carefully easing past the snow that had built up around the zippered entrance Ranma peered out over the edge of the ledge they had set there tent on into the dark pine forest below.

Suddenly he felt a large boot in the middle of his back and a quick hand grabbing his blanket. As he flew over the edge he heard his Father shout out "You snooze you lose!".

The ledge was only 20 meters above the tops of the tallest pine trees which themselves were 30 meters. This would be a long way to fall for most but with a father like Genma, Ranma had had to learn at an early age how to fall from great heights, especially when pushed.

Orientating himself quickly Ranma slowed his flight through the trees grabbing the slippery pine branches, luckily the trees were built for winter weather and no snow rested on the sharp needles.

Swinging from one branch to another the scent of pine grew until Ranma reached the ground. Under the trees the snow was not piled up close to the foot of the plants and Ranma found it to be almost warm as the wind also did not reach him here.

Screaming up towards the ledge he knew his father sat on Ranma yelled " You B#$ one day I'm going to coat you in offal and stake you out on a wolverines nest."

Grumbling to himself Ranma thought about getting back up to the tent, "Well if I get back up there, it will almost be time to start training. Anyway that tent didn't really cut much of the cold out it is warmer down here under the cover of the pine's. I wonder why Pop didn't camp down here; it wasn't like he was the one carrying the packs."

Pushing aside the lower branches of one of the pines Ranma settled into the small hollow at the base tree quickly setting up a small fire hoping the smoke would safely travel up the tree.

Ranma had learnt to carry matches and other handy tools on his person after Ganma had done the same thing to him while they were passing through Mongolia

As he settled against the foot of the tree as comfortable as he was going to get Ranma started to think about something which had been bothering him for the past month or so. It was around the time that he had convinced his father that training in Chernobyl would be a bad idea, that he had noticed his hearing and vision were becoming clearer. It had allowed him to see the branches he needed to grip to break his fall. Everything in the world around him was becoming shaper and clearer. Letting the fire die down to a small flame Ranma could hear so much of the forest around him.

The pines were rustling in the gentle breeze that was all that remained of the storm that had had only an hour ago some small animal was climbing through the branches of a tree 24 meters to Ranma's right. He could almost smell it. His senses were changing and it was freaking Ranma out, he didn't want to tell Genma what was going on he hadn't trusted the fat man since THAT training when he was ten.

The crisp air seemed to hold so many sounds in its breath. All his senses were sharper, but they really came alive at night. He had begun to enjoy the freedom that time was giving him. While Genma stumbled around falling over his own feet Ranma could see everything, he felt alive like he had never felt before.

From a far off in the distance Ranma abruptly heard a wolfs' howl joined by it's pack it drew a cold finger along Ranma's spine making him hunch his shoulders against the feeling. The sound drew a cold breath through his mind it felt as if some one was talking to him in a language he had once known but had not spoken for years the meanings were just out of his reach if he could stretch closer the words would appear.

Without a conscious though Ranma's mind could almost hear what the wolf was saying it was so close but still too far for him to reach. His mind was almost moving, he could feel the wind created by the wolves cry grow in his thoughts until all he could here was the ancient call of the wolf drawing his mind somewhere.

It was a strong male a leader who had held his place for years he knew his strengths and was sure of his place in the world. With this he could almost see the pack of wolves sitting under the almost full moon. It was so clear he could almost reach out and touch them.

"Ahhhhh!" Ranma screamed.
The unconscious attempt to understand the call of wolves had caused Ranma to lean forward overbalancing and placing his left hand in the small fire. Hastily clutching his hand Ranma rushed outside his little burrow and shoved his had in the snow outside.

Now in the cold air he could feel the breeze stealing his warmth grasping a handful of snow making sure it wasn't the stuff he had written his name in earlier. Ranma went back into his camp and kept the snow next to his left-hand palm.

Sitting back down Ranma cursed himself for the clumsy idiot he was and stared in shock as the snow melted away and saw the burns on his palm which had just before been red and painful fade away.

Authors Note

This is my first fanfiction please be gentle.
I have had a mental image of Ranma in the middle of a Roman fortress surrounded by wolves. I don't know why I just did. This is what I thought of. I haven't seen any fanfiction about this book series so here goes. I have planned a couple of arcs for the story it just depends on how lazy I can be. I would love some C & C it is mana from the sky. If any one is able to give valuable time to proof I would be forever grateful.
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2nd Note I have gone back through this to check for spelling mistakes and errors but as can be seen I am not that good. This was my first fan fiction before I knew all the tricks and ways of making it easier to read. I hope I can go through the first chapters soon and fix them up.