<font face=times color=#6E6E6E><i>"If you think you're hurting"</i></font>

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.

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Natalya "If You think You're Hurting"
Oh yes, I hear him, and his howl makes me realize something about myself. It is a call to arms, a real and true king rising once more to power and it thrills me to think of Weylin running the show once more, so to speak. I grin and my paws are moving before I am conscious of what direction the really head. They kick up sand and shells as I tear across the beach, much as he tears through the forest. My only thought is that my true king is back as I fly across the more tropical land of Glorall, carving my own way through the sand and stone landscape I have come to love more and more with every step I take through it. There is something freeing in running like this, something that I cannot quite put my paw on, but it is there. I am on the brink, I have dragged myself through hell and now it is time to get back to where I truly am meant to be. Curse Devil and his imprint bond. I do not need him, and surviving this long without him I suppose I can cast aside this pesky hollow feeling as he does. He can live without me, I can do nothing but oblige him in what he wants. Forget him, I have myself, I have my pack, and his has allowed my king to suffer. I wash my paws of the stain that is Devil May Cry. I want him no longer and I hope he feels the connection weaken and I hope it hurts him to his very core. Perhaps, one day soon, I shall show him the new me. I shall show him the heart-hardened female he has made me and I will laugh in his face as he drops like a stone beneath my rejection of ever wanting anything to do with him. Perhaps I should take it easier on the obsidian male, after all I am always in his thought, always with him in spirit -cue tiny violins please?- and so maybe I should give him a break. But, no this is not going to happen, after all, he chose someone else did he not? I am the supposed "other woman" in his life, yes? So I suppose it is about time for me to stand up and cast off this great weight that I have carried like an anchor for so long. I do not need him. And I will say it as often as I need to in order to reassure myself that I am a truly strong and independent female. I am loyal to myself, to my pack, and to no man. My mother before needed not a single y-chromosome, and thus I do not need one either. Except for Weylin, the lad had some pep back in his step after all. Perhaps, we can both climb back in the driver's seat of our lives, take back the wheel and turn this ship around. It is unsaid whether I just got tired of being miserable, but let me tell you this now before we get it confused with something it is not. I don't need no man telling me whether I am happy or not. I don't need no imprint telling me I am in love, and I definitely don't need nothing to tell me I will be perfectly fine in lifting the bonds that have weighed me down for so long and casting them aside so I can live the rest of my Fates given life in peace and in happiness. I dare Devil to show his face here today, Weylin would have eaten it off before he even spoke two damn words in my direction. I am a Glorall wolf. I am a direct descendant of the true Amazons, from Apollymi's line and I need nothing to tell me I am stronger than some heartsick yearling. I have lived too long in my ways, I have seen too many a sunset to let some pompous asshat of a male try and take over my life without even knowing about it. Fuck. That. I smile broadly as I come to see my king, bowing before him respectfully, as I watch the young wolf. My tail waves in a slightly elevated way, though I truly mean no disrespect, I only wish to see that look on my alpha's face for the rest of his natural life. I am proud this day, and it would seem that Weylin is as well. "Weylin, by this look of pride and by your injuries, I would assume that the Diamond has been crushed into a fine and shimmering dust?" My smile broadens as I speak. I am happy. For the first time in almost four years, I am happy, well and truly happy, and it shines brightly in my owl yellow eyes as I gaze upon my king.
female;; 13 years;; forever alone;; held hostage by Devil May Cry;; coddler of Fathom, Ellie, Capone;; executioner of Glorall