Glorall

Disaster has struck!
Flooding from the north has taken its toll on Glorall. The large tides combined with the increase in water draining from the Ruieze River has flooded the lower regions of the pack. The sandy soil, compounded with so much water, has toppled a lot of trees. Traveling is difficult even when the water is shallower, with the sandy soil below being difficult to find traction on. The daily tides seem to keep the level of flooding fairly consistent, too.

During the low tide, wolves may be able to move around the higher dunes (with some difficulty) but during high tide, the pack is almost impossible to safely navigate. Swimming is possible, but the risk of currants and surges from either the ocean or the river are very real. The island off of the coast of Glorall is untouched by either issue, although it is incredibly difficult to find your way there without being an adept swimmer with plenty of good luck!

Note: Glorall will reopen once 30 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes. Glorall is currently not open for challenges.


THE HERE AND NOWALPHA OF GLORALL
Elohim

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Posted on February 17, 2013 at 08:38:39 PM by weylin

forever hold this heart that i will give to you
forever i will live for you!


               Weylin tries all he can to be a decent father to Ajax, but sometimes he can see the boy reminisce and it pains him to think that somewhere inside the boy is a hate for the murderer of his true father. Bedwyr is one of the many things that has made Weylin who he is. Bedwyr was known in Nanrua for his vicious capabilities in ending lives - more so even than Jehu in some aspects - and the defeat of his golden brother meant that somewhere along the way, Weylin had become a killer too. He had become a force to be reckoned with and Bedwyr had paid the ultimate price for ignoring the change. Also, it made him a brother-killer. It was the sorest point of his deepest soul. He had sworn loyalty to the very man who he had killed - who he had slain in madness that was all too easy to fall into. He knows why his grandfather was able to take on Royal Bears now. True madness. True insanity.

               He wonders if that is who he is destined to be. Is he destined to be apart from Selene again? It had happened thus with his grandfather. He had met Jaye, been elated and a part of her life. Then the floods came and it tore them apart. Then the sickness befell the queen of Trenus and he was forced to leave. His fur bristles at the thought that he would ever lose Selene again and it makes him far less a wanderer. His white eyes lay across the pup in his sons mouth and he wonders if somehow fate had led him out of his home with a purpose. It is not within his mind to leave his lovely wife often and yet this little boy happened across his path? He snorts at himself, at how very superstitious he sounded - how very like Finley. Oh another lost brother. In his disbelief that the wretched White Witch had rejected Finley - a Lord in Nanrua and a mighty fighter in his own way - he had spoken too quickly and his brother had sworn his loyalty was dismantled. Finley would no longer seek out his brothers in friendship - the leucistic male had even condemned him for his fratricide. A last dagger that had been aimed far too well.

               Weylin wakes from his devastating thoughts as the little ball of fur turns into a fury of swiping paws and little teeth in Ajax's hold. “You are safe, boy.” He says with an easy confidence, knowing that there wasn't a beast alive that would make him a liar in that moment. The boy was safe because no creature in existence would make him leave Ajax or Mortz to their fate. His father and uncles had bested Royal Bears - the Bears were stopped. He nods at the boys confession and he knows what it feels like to come to a waking rage over dreams. It had happened often enough, after all. “We are almost there.” And he did not lie, it was only a few short bounds over a hill and they were in the hub forest of Glorall where the majority of dens were. “We will introduce you to everyone here, boy. The pack has long rested and it is time I call them to meet the others of their own pack.” And his howl rises, calling to the fields, the forests, the island. All would know they were summoned, all would come and finally they would all be pack.


The King of the Vale
[ male - five - 39 inches, 130 pounds - master of the devil dogs and brotherhood - true king to selene’s queen ]



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