Blog One

OK so this the first of my faulty stories. The main character is Alexandra Sway, she is a Valkyrie which I have no idea how to write about but I love Valkyries and I really wanted her to be a Valkyrie because her lead male is a Were-wolf prince living in the cold Alaskan mountains. I currently only have one research site for my stories so if you know any that you think are good please tell me, I’d really appreciate it. ^^ Also I know Alexandra’s name isn’t very Valkyrie like but her name and a drawing of her came first, so I hadn’t really thought it all through. ^^;
Alright so this is just a glance at the story, the real one will start from Andante’s point of view, he is the lead male that I mentioned earlier.
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Alexandra wiped the back of her hand over her bloody mouth, flicking the blood into the snow. She stared down the large male that loomed over her, his wolfish grin not sending the slightest shiver down her spine. She laughed.
“a slap? Really is that all the big bad wolf has to throw at me?” she grinned and lunged forward, slicing past him, leaving a long gap of bloody flesh at his side. She quickly spun at her heels and dodged the male as he charged for her. This situation was unusual to her, why was the male only sending small attacks in her direction? This thought came to late, another male ran from the forest behind the other, he came at her quickly and slammed her to her rump. He had been playing her the fool, waiting for his comrade to aid him.
As she shock her head in shock the grinned down at her. “so little one, how does it feel to be knocked on your ass by a pair of dogs?” the original male said as he stared down, his eyes flickering to reveal his true nature to her. The new male smiled brightly.
“and one of them a pup no less.” he was the first on his knees at her, gripping her chin only to be punched, his head jerking from the force. As she tried to quickly get to her feet, her face was meet with a high kick, a large size eleven steel toed boot connecting with her check bone, the crack was sickening.
Hitting the ground face first this time, she gritted her teeth. Slowly she inched forward, her sword tight in her grip. She growled and slashed her sword forward into the older males leg. He let out a howl and bashed his fist against her head, the forest spin as she tried to regain her vision, the males growled not taking any more chances the younger one flung her sword a bit away from her as the older showed no mercy for what she’d done to his leg.
She clenched her jaw, pain erupting from the fractured bone. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of hearing her sounds of pain. As the beating dragged on she lost the will to fight against their attacks, she just lay there her chest heaving in desperate attempts to gain the lost air that was being kicked out of her lungs.
Suddenly the males stopped, as if hearing something her blood covered ears hadn’t. “ Shit.” the older growled as tugged the younger by the arm into the woods, ‘they’re fleeing? From what? Or whom?’ She didn’t last long enough to find out, her vision slurred and she feel into the cold snow. A oar sounding in her ears, they twitched in her unconscious state.
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Yeah I know it’s sort of short but I’m not all that awesome with opening stories, so I guess this is like the prolog or something right? What do you guys think? Sucky, boring, did I drag something on like the retard I am or is it OK and interesting. Oh and how about Alex, is she OK from what you got to see of her?

Just Desi