Wild Wolf
Chapter Eleven
Tenebrae
This has not been pre-read, all mistakes are mine.
"I Love to Hunt"
William II of England
Disclaimer If you haven't already realised I don't own anything.
Shadows danced between the trees as they traced the black wolf leaping between the forest. Some one had fired at him, the sound of the tranquilliser dart thudding into the wood of that tree still echoed through his ears. Darting backwards and forwards through the tree limbs Ranma tried to keep out of the line of sight of the unknown gunman. Another dart flew through the air barely missing his shoulder as he dove through bushes surrounding a thin sapling. A tiny voice in the back of his mind was telling him that maybe running towards a person with a gun wasn't the brightest idea, but the majority of Ranma's mind squished this traitorous thought. Chasing the direction of the dart's Ranma finally caught a scent of oil and man floating in the air as the wind changed direction. Creeping low to the ground Ranma crawled closer as the smell of gun and man became stronger. The land was rising up, the gunman was settled on the top of a rise. Keeping close to the ground Ranma crawled forward on his four paws, as soon as the scent of man grew too strong.
A man was kneeling in a small hide built of branches the darkness of his clothing standing out in the grey of the forest. Sitting back Ranma watched the gunman scan the woods below him. After a minute the sniper started puling apart the small hide of braches that surrounded him. Picking up a small bag, the attacker strode towards where Ranma was laying in the bushes. As he walked the gunman slid the rifle into the sling on his back. When he reached the bushes surrounding the lycan, Ranma sprang up slamming into the man's chest and forcing him down onto the ground. Growling into the sniper's face, Ranma was stoped inches away by the man's arms thrust against his chest. Kicking upwards the gunman tried to put his feet under the wolf and kick him off. But Ranma's impressive strength pushed down on the gunman who was forced to focus on stopping the wolf ripping out his throat. The only noise in the small clearing was the sound of Ranma's growls and the quick breaths of the pinned stranger. The strength of the wolf pushed the gunman's arms further and further down until the man could feel the wolfs hot breath and spittle hit his face over the night goggles.
With a desperate grasp the gunman pulled an arm free wedging his caught arm over his face and clasped at his belt. With a quick movement the sniper had a small back plastic handled knife in his hand and stabbed it into the side of Ranma's neck. Rearing backwards the martial artist turned wolf ripped the small knife from the panting gunman's hand. Shaking his head, Ranma managed to dislodge the blade, which had luckily been caught mostly by his thick ruff of neck fur. But it had managed to pierce his neck leaving a semi-deep stab wound to the side of his neck and blood began to drip from the small looking cut. Surging to his feet the sniper reached over his shoulder and pulled the rifle out of the sling on his back. Aiming at the Ranma who was slowly turning around to run, the gunman pulled the trigger and sent a tranquilliser dart into the wolf's chest. Swinging fully around Ranma howled and ran towards the tree's closely pursued by the mysterious gunman.
Hampered by the bleeding wound and dart dangling from the black fur on his chest Ranma ran inelegantly through the trees just ahead of the sniper. Slamming into trees and branches Ranma left a trail of blood splatters across the wood. He slid as he felt his fast metabolism attempt to overcome the tranquilliser and the wound to his neck that was quickly bleeding. He needed to change back into human form to combat the drug and wound but he didn't think the attacker would stop to let him do this. He didn't know if the man was just hunting wolves or knew what the wolves in this area were, but he hoped the others heard his howl before the drug set in. He had been knocked out and woken in strange places too many times lately he didn't want it to happen again. Ranma could feel the affect of the drugs slowing down his responses and making him clumsy. Stumbling over a windblown branch Ranma tumbled to a stop as his front legs gave out and he fell over his nose. Ending up sprawled across the forest floor stopping against the trunk of a pine tree. The world faded from view as he fought the drug and only managed to make his legs spasm. The last view of the forest before the lights went out was a glint of moonlight off the glass in the gunman's night goggles as he strode through the forest into view.
Authors Note
Okay I am evil I know.
I have left this chapter short and sweet because I want you the readerto have to wait a moment to turn to the next page.
What has happened to Ranma will be up in a few days. I promise.
Sorry for the wait I have had internet connection problems for a few weeks. Hopefully I can get it sorted.
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