DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Ranma ½ characters. I'm just borrowing them until I'm done, and I'll return most of them except for Ranma himself . Maggie is my own creation so don't steal her, thank you.



On the wings of the tiger



Chapter 1



Maggie decided to check in on the poor soul that had become the first victim of her new owner, and the most unfortunate. The girl was flying up over the thickest part of the dark forest, very near the place in which the other unlucky soul was being pushed to by her mistress' creatures. Now what was the girl thinking? On Maggie's surface appeared the picture of a cute girl of about eighteen years of age…flying.



I like flying. I honestly do . The young girl thought to herself as she swooped down to land near the great waterfall. I just wish it hadn't come with all the other side-effects. She continued to think while looking down at her short golden fur with dark stripes here and there. She flew to a rock near the jet of the waterfall and carefully made her way closer to the falling water, being very careful not to fall in. It wasn't a good thing to fall in when you didn't know how to swim, especially with the heavy wings she carried on her back. If those got wet too quickly they'd bring her right down to the bottom of the little lake. She took off her very modest clothing, made up of a torn up red dress, that was once a wonderful long dress. Some of the silver threaded embroidery could still be seen on it, but most of the beautiful beading was gone. The corset had been torn open and therefore taken off a long time before and part of the cloth that covered her back had ripped when her wings sprouted from her back that awful day when this had happened to her.



No point in crying over spilled milk. She reminded herself as she took the soaps that she had brought along, and began to wash the poor remains of her gorgeous dress. The sleeves were now gone, leaving her striped arms bare, and also a large part of her legs she had been forced to expose for better flight handling. It was quiet scandalous, but hardly anyone ever saw her now, and those that did were too scared to notice. Well, at least the colour was still a bright, brilliant crimson. When the dress was clean she'd placed it against a rock in the sun that did not receive the water from the fall, and set it to dry. Then taking the soaps and shampoos walked directly under the flow of water and began washing herself. Chuckling she thought to herself, I'm probably the only feline in the world who liked to wash herself like this. But she sobered up soon. She was human. Well, at least in part. She was still human.



She had the basic body structure of a human, the only exception being that she had talons on her feet, sharp claws as fingernails, a long striped tail, and beautiful angel wings. She was tiger only in small part. And her skin had grown fur. Instead her face was still very human. She didn't have fur on it. Well, she did, but it looked like the tiny colourless hairs that every girl has, only with a golden tinge to it. But even her face had changed. She'd grown two very noticeable fangs with the rest of her teeth a bit more pointed than what they had been once, and her ears had pointed a lot and had a blackish colour to the tip. She was forced to cut her hair short because it would become a great tangled mass during flight, and quite often it had wrapped around a feather, making her lose control and nearly killing her.



When she got angry she appeared very much like a tiger. Too much.



That witch had turned her into a beautiful creature, but one that was feared by everyone for its difference. At that thought she scrubbed harder at her skin, making a bit of her fur fall out. She wasn't worried about anyone seeing her. This waterfall was found in the deepest of the forest, between trees so thick that not even a little kitten could go through. The only creatures that had ever seen it's beauty were the exotic fish in the lake, and the creature capable of flight, like herself. And the few humans that had seen it had to have come from the river, but they all met an awful death by falling off the great height of the cascade.



She stepped out of the water flow and shook her body out to dry a bit. She turned her back to the lake and lifted her wings, swooping them down quickly and repeating the process many times, trying to get as much water out of her wings as she could. But were they heavy when they were wet. The wings were the only thing that she liked about this situation. She remembered very well, when at the party, this spell was cast on her. It had burst from within, somewhere near her heart, making her kneel over on the ground, she felt pain in her hands and feet, and a basic soreness everywhere else, but the greatest pain was in her back. She almost hadn't heard her own screams. Then the pain was gone and she could hear the whispers of the crowd. Someone had shouted out loud: "She's an angel. An angel!" but then she'd looked up and everyone screamed that she was a demon. And the witch laughed, saying that happiness would be hers on nobody else's. The funny thing was that she had never seen that witch girl before. She bent down and put on her now dry dress. Then she started batting her wings and took off in flight again.



He's nearby now! I can still do something to help them. Maggie thought to herself, knowing that her owner was in the deep of sleep now and wouldn't notice anything, especially since she thought that Maggie was nothing but a sphere operated by her own powers. She didn't realise that it was actually Maggie's powers fuelling her magic. In her mind she forced one of the awful creatures, created by that mad wicca, to claw at the boy's arm. It was awful of her, but if he tried to fight back, they could not meet.



The tiger girl began to head in the direction of the great peak, which was now her home, but she was hearing strange sounds from below. Small animals running in fear, monkeys screeching in happiness, and a human scream for help. Yes, it was definitely human, and male, judging by the timber of voice.



There , thought Maggie. Now It's done! And, dispite the pain she caused the young man, she was glad to have done it. But there was one more thing she had to do to him. Rid him of his fear of her. But a simple spell had done that, and now she could go back to the recesses of the sphere in which she was trapped, without having her mistress know any of this happened.



Swooping down she headed straight for the clearing in which the sounds were coming from. She saw right away what was happening. A guy about her age was backed against a tree, his arm badly bleeding and several wounds on other parts of his body. Closing in on him were several creatures with bad intentions. But she recognised those animals! Yes, the upper half of a monkey, the lower half like a frog, with a third yellow eye on the forehead. They were the result of the witch's experiments. The same witch that had done this to her! Well, she wasn't about to let anyone meet his death with those creatures.



Grabbing behind her for the arrows and bow she always used for hunting, she aimed and released the arrow that, through the spinal cord, hit the heart of the monkey-frog that was closest to the guy. It screeched in pain and fell next to the startled human. He looked up to see his saving angel in the sky put three more arrows on the bow at the same time and aiming. The three arrows flew down and killed three more animals. The remaining mutants were shouting in fear and running into the tree to hide. His angel flew closer and closer to him, but he couldn't see who it was because of the sun against her back. It was definitely a she, judging by the provocative curves. But as she neared, his vision began to blurry, and he had trouble thinking straight. The angel came closer, and revealed herself to be a tiger angel. Why he wasn't scared he wasn't sure, but maybe it was the fact that he was drowning in her big brown eyes.



"Are you alright?" she asked, using her claws to rip part of his sleeve. Even this wasn't able to scare him, and he didn't feel like he had enough strength to speak. He simply kept watching his strange angel as she used part of the ripped cloth to dab at the blood on his arm, then, ripping another piece, she made a temporary bandage. "You don't have to be scared of me. Can you walk?" she asked again. He shook his head no. "Listen, I'll take you to my home before those things come back, but you have to promise not to be too scared," she added. He nodded. She took her bow and arrow and placed them on his back, and, picked him up on her back, crouching very low to get the leg power to lift the both of them off the ground. Jumping as high up as she could she franticly slashed her wings through the air. Once she was high up enough flying became much easier and she went straight for the highest plateau, known as "the peak". It was called that, even though it was a plateau, from all the villages below, and all the other mountains it appeared to be a peak because of it's height. But that didn't matter because on it, there was a little home in which she lived. The only place in which she was safe. And the only place in which he'd be safe, too.



Author's ramblings (and other dumb stuff):



Okay, so it was obvious who everybody was, and Maggie still has no dimention as a character, but she'll grow, don't worry. CONTACT ME about comments, suggestions, praises, flames…anything welcome. Just CONTACT ME! Robbygal@hotmail.com



Thank you



Pearl Drop Angel



Aka Roberta Jeanne Gallucci