User blog:Dakota The Arctic Warrior/The Arctic Warrior

Chapter 1
The young fox walked mindlessly through the snow; the snow bitterly blinding her. The only thing saw in the raging blizzard was her soulful light blue eyes. They shimmered against the moon's little light. Nothing to shield herself from the deadly weather, she walk on. One of her foot paws was have 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, their 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, lost of thoughts, and other cruel things.


 * "I'm going to find you Dakota! Don think you can't hind forever! I'm Lyalle the Fang! Never before have I let a slave escape, you're are 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. Her looked up her happiness; there was at least one advantaged to this nightmare she had started. But, there was many disadvantages. Now, for sure Lyall 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.