I'M DEAD?

It has been quite a long time since I've been on this blog! Before you go ranting about how inconsistent I am, I would like to say that I am a very busy human being. I usually plan my stories before I start writing it on the blog, but it takes a long time to do that. Instead of pre-planning, I'm trying a new method. I am freestyling! It would be more consistent, and I'll be able to post more. The thing about free-styling is that the story will be told, and I'll be the one writing it. The outcomes are unpredictable,but I do plan the storyline in my head. I'm always writing the story in my head.

For the past couple of months, I have been learning about my method of writing. I learned that I write best when I'm freestyling. I want to just write what comes out, and see how the outcomes are. I want the stories to write itself and let it sink it, if you know what I mean.
As you probably know, I have made a new chapter. This chapter is free styled. Please let me know if you enjoy this style of writing. More chapters will be posted soon!

~Lindsey

Chapter 12: Mysti

The fight began. Blood splattered and stained the forest floor, claws tore apart fur, and howling filled the air. Mysti was now alert, unsheathing her claws. She glanced around, trying to find Sova. She took a sigh of relief as she locked eyes with Sova. Thank goodness, he's safe. As she relaxed, Mysti did not pay attention to the rival enemy, prowling behind her. Sharp claws pierced Mysti's back. A heavy weight made her crash down onto the floor. She howled in pain, struggling to get out of the rival's hold. Her rival was the same Tundra Protector that had been at the entrance of the Tundra Encampment. His broad muscles weighed Mysti down and his razor sharp claws dug into her. There was no way that Mysti could beat him. Suddenly, a ball of beige fur shot across her, knocking down the Tundra protector. Sova! Mysti scrambeled out of her rival's hold and steadily stood up. She leaped to Sova's side and the two fought off the rival together. Mysti snapped at the Tundra wolf, making sure he felt pain. Sova protected Mysti's back, fighting off other rivals that tried to attack them. A loud howl coming from Alpha Convel, the Tundra leader, arose. 

"Retreat!" he howled. A Tundra wolf that Mysti had been fighting off reluctantly backed away. Mysti nipped at the she-wolf's smoky black tail, frigthtening her. The wolf ran away, yelping. Mysti lift her chin up with pride. Sova nudged her.

"Don't be too happy, that wolf was just a Trainee Battler," he teased. Mysti rolled her eyes. Her eyes then trailed off to Alpha Convel. His deep green eyes met Mysti's. She froze for a moment as she focused on Alpha Convel's deep, green eyes. It seemed to hold a deep secret. Perhaps he was not saying something that should be told. He narrowed his eyes as if he knew what Mysti was thinking. Sova stepped in front of Mysti, breaking her stare.
"Hey, the group is heading out." he spoke.
"Huh?" Mysti shook her head. "Oh, right."
As the group headed out, Mysti glanced over her shoulder. Alpha Convel was still at the same spot he had been. His eyes were dark and mysterious. Mysti shook her head. I think too much! Alpha Convel has nothing to hide. He's just trying to scare me...