User blog comment:Dakota The Arctic Warrior/The Arctic Warrior/@comment-1398069-20091107184601

This is good, but you have grammmatical errors. I'll copy paste it, and the corrected words will be in bold.

The young fox walked mindlessly through the snow; the snow bitterly blinding her. The only thing she saw in the raging blizzard was her soulful light blue eyes. They shimmered against the moon's little light. With nothing to shield herself from the deadly weather, she walk''ed on. One of her foot paws was frozen, and began to bleed. She stopped; looking behind her at the bloody foot trail she was leaving. Her gasp was cut off in the slicing wind. No, they're are going to find me! Forgetting the wound and frostbite kicking in, the arctic fox ran.

Behind her, a howl went out like a moan of pain; Lyalle the Fang laughed in joy, agony, anger, loss of thoughts, and other cruel things.

"I'm going to find you Dakota! Don think you can hide forever! I'm Lyalle the Fang! Never before have I let a slave escape, you're one of a kind Dakota!" the army behind stood there, in fear. Of her. "Wherever you are you worthless piece of life, I'll find you! Oh, I will! And when I do, I'll make sure you die the slowest death ever; a savior blood, your blood! Dakota!!" she howled.

Dakota, the very last of the arctic foxes, cried in distress. Why did she run? She knew this was going to happen. Instead of running, she should have just let Lyalle kill her right on the spot. Dakota has seen her drink her victims' blood. Something inside of her began to boil, and she screamed.

"You're right Lyalle! I'm one of a kind! One of a kind; the one that will put you to will needed death. You've killed the rest of my species; you've killed my only family. Lyalle the Fang, it's time for your reign to end upon my home!" Dakota was on her knees, and crying. "Many call this a waste of evil, but I call it home! You horrible wrenched wolf; you will be the last of the darkness that comes from my home!"

Lyalle heard it all through the wind; her sharp fangs shaking as she growled. With a turn of her cloak, her army marched away.

Away on the hill beside them, Dakota stood there. They hadn't seen her; her snowy white fur had camouflaged her. She looked up at her happiness; there was at least one advantaged to this nightmare she had started. But, there was many disadvantages. Now, for sure Lyalle was going to kill her. Dakota sighed, and fell onto the snow. Fatigue had taken over, and the snow started to cover her. The blizzard raged on and on, and the small body was soon out of sight.