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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The silver and black cripple moves slowly, and tries not the jar the small parcel in his mouth. Some point he could feel the exhausted pup relax, and the gentle breathing told him that the little survivor was alive still. The way back to Glorall was known well enough and he couldn't help but think of Bedwyr showing him the first time around. He couldn't help to wonder what Bedwyr would think of him coming home with a pup in his own mouth. He wondered if he would be proud. If he would adopt this small fluffball?

He tried not think poorly of Weylin. He was his king after all, and now his father. Still, he witnessed the flash of teeth, the blood on the ground. He saw the gaping wounds left on Bedwyr. There was just some things he couldn't shake from his memory. But he also tried to see the good in Weylin. He tried to remember that he allowed him to stay within Glorall when Bedwyr died. He had taken him under his wing and claimed him as his own. Ajax knew that as a loner, he would have a difficult time keeping himself alive by himself just as the small pup in his mouth would. And yet, Ajax felt like he had no way to repay Weylin and Glorall for their mercy. In that way he truly felt like a cripple.

He closes his eyes but tries hard not to close his grip on the ruff and not to drop the little pup. They were brothers now and Ajax had to be careful. When Weylin speaks, and the pup apologizes, Ajax lowers his head, setting the pup down and ridding his mouth of the extra fur that had suddenly set up shop there with some scrapping of his tongue against his teeth and a shake of his head. He lowers his head and grooms the misplaced fur back into place. "Now little brother, it's time to tell us your name so that they can call you by it. These are your packmates now. They will protect you and one day when you are old enough and they are too old, you will protect them." He nudges Mortz tenderly with a soft smile on his features, his head tilted just slightly so as to better see him with his single good eye. He gives him a smile and then tilts his head back, joining into call that Weylin gave. It was a small offering from him to Weylin. A solidarity. He may have mixed feelings towards the white eyed King of Glorall, but he was on his side.



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