The Wolves of Argentum Silva ~ Open ~ Semi-Literate

[Enfys]

((Okay, great! Thank you!))

[writingkitty]

Estelle nodded, "I hope they do as well... Ada was really sweet, I hope to see her again in the near future." She looked over to Rowan, "Rowan... Why havent you taken the throne yet?" she asked quietly after swallowing.

[Enfys]

_Rowan looked down and sighed. "I suppose I have to tell you sometime." He took a deep breath. "I'm afraid. Right to my very bones, Estelle. Afraid like a coward."

[writingkitty]

Estelle nodded, understanding, "That's normal." She mused, "Well luckily enough for you, Prince Rowan, you don't have too much to rule over anyway, so it should be rather easy." Estelle smiled and took another bite from the doe, wondering what it would be like to have a large kindom to live in. She figured it wouldn't be very nice; too many woulves would make it hard to be friends with all of them.

[Enfys]

_Rowan smiled. "Thanks Estelle. I'll make a deal with you; when we get... three more wolves, I'll... I'll take the throne." He'd said it more so he couldn't back down himself, but knowing that she'd be counting on him made thinks seem a little more feasible. He rolled over, letting the sun bake his belly.

[Synni]

A short distance away from the two conversing wolves, lay an old, pale she-wolf. The slow rise and fall of her chest told that she was calm and at ease. Ada was her name, Ada Nightsong, a retired wolf who'd long seen the very first days of when the Oath was created. Now, where beauty and life had once lived, had given way to age and faded glory; A summer rose reduced to but a withering flower in winter. Her faded blue eyes had all but gone completely blind, the world fading into simple colors and shapes before her. But where her eyes failed her, her ears did not. She rose from her soft sleeping place when distance voices reached her old ears, which perked up at the sound. "Some one approaches... Rowan, I hear someone." She called in a raspy voice, whithered with age and shortness of breath.

From over a distant hill, like a bat out of hell, a glitering white body leaped from the grass. As she drew closer it was clear that she and her companion had long been fighting in the distant lands. "Not today. I told them, not today. No coyote kills a master spy, no-one..." She growled to herself as she came flying towards the rest of the wolves, skidding to a stop and sending a fury of dirt rushing out from under her paws. She was followed closely by a male wolf, only just months older than her. Master Spy, Alana Soulfire, had fought her way home. "We came back as soon as we could... We tried getting around them, but those coyotes caught us before we could." She said though gasps for breath. Clearly they'd been running for awhile. From her legs, one could see a few coyotes had gotten ahold of her. punture marks from fangs were scattered along the soft skin near her shoulders and belly, staining her white fur pink with blood.

Behind her stood a male with the build of non other than a Knight. Allan was his name, not that it mattered much to him. "They gave us quite the fight. But we sent them running with their tails between their legs before the day was out." He said as he shook his fur, little red droplets of blood littering the ground. Small gashs and cuts could be seen through his fur, and even a tear in his ear was seen with fresh blood coating the wound. "Blasted little dogs..." He said, his tail lashing angrily and fiercly.

(Sorry Allan's is so short hehe, but I have to go for a bit.)

[Enfys]

_"Estelle, get an apothecary!" barked Rowan, dashing to Alana's side. "Now!" He went over her snowy body, the bloody crimson stains coloring her coat a sickly red. The coppery scent of wolf's blood filled his nose and he resisted the urge to sneeze.
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Lara Moonclaw

Username: Enfys
Gender: Female
Parents: Unknown
Birth Year: OY 2
Age: 3
Rank: Apothecary
History and Personality: Lara is distrustful, rude, and stolid. She's good at her job and enjoys the life of a loner. She has reached an unsteady peace with the coyotes, trading safety for herbs that they believe have some type of magical property. She is in close sync with the Spirit Kings and dreams haunt her nightly, making her skinny and haggard. She has a cropped tail, an injury caused when she was stuck in a rockfall as a pup. To free her, her father had to chew her tail off. She can still feel it there sometimes, like a ghost limb.

[writingkitty]

Estelle nodded and rushed off in a flurry, "Lara!" She howled, skidding to her side, "Rowan needs you!" Estelle said with urgency in her voice.

[Synni]

Alana shook her head, one of her paws running over her cheek and over another cut. "Rowan it's nothing but some cuts and scars. Lara doesn't need to be bothered, we've had much worse." she said steadily as she looked back at her companion, Allan, who was streatching his legs after the long run. "I swear though, they better count their blessings. I'm becoming very annoied with them..." Alana's ears twitched when she heard Ada's quiet chuckle. ~Ada looked between the two wounded wolves. "Aye you two cant seem to stay out of trouble, remember that I told your mothers that I'd look out for ye, dont go making old Ada look bad." the pale she-wolf spoke in her usual old and raspy voice. ~Allan nearly smiled, a rare sight even to old Ada who had practicly raised him. "You could never look bad Ada." was the simple responce he gave, making both Ada and Alana smile as they stood together, almost a small family when close to each other. (sorry about the bad spacing. My phone doesnt have an enter button to create a new line. Yeah I was posting from my phone hehe.)

[Enfys]

_"You and I both know how disgusting coyotes can be," said Rowan pointedly. "You might get an infection." He wasn't about to back down; as of now, Estelle, Allan, and Alana were his only able bodied fighters, and he couldn't loose them. "Besides, we'll need to expand territory soon, so you'll need to be heathy. There isn't enough prey in this teeny land."
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((' 'Yote' (Pronounced yohw-tee) is a slang word used for coyote. It's a dirty word, one that gets pups spanked ))
_Lana heard Estelle's far off call and loped as quickly as she could on three paws. She made good time and brushed past the Lady without a word, following her nose to the source of blood. "Ahw, filthy as h*ll. Whaddid ya do, let a 'yote p*ss on ye?" she grumbled coarsly, before pulling one of the many leather pouches (made by the Owls) that were draped over her back. ((A bit of a tough visual; I'll draw a ref in a sec.)) She tugged it open and began chomping a mouthful of Echinacea, motioning for Allan to fetch a leaf for her.