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 April 29, 2013 at 12:47:11 PM by salem

Salem doesn’t really think too carefully about much. Her sides ache. The ghost doesn’t really give a damn for anyone around her now that the great sea lion is dead. The ghost eyed girl makes a grab for the throat of the great blubbering mass, lunging in. Salem finds herself drenched in the blood of the enemy, and it feels good. It feels so good. The dripping of blood all over her coat is warm, slipping through her pale, silken fur. Salem fixates on the creature and rips and tears. It’s something that he can’t help, tasting and ripping.

And so she comes away with a chunk of meat fit for the creature that had her breath knocked away. It was breathtaking, this place, anyway. The creature’s tail swings, watching the rest of the wolves feed. She’s never seen so much blood in her life, and it’s lovely. It’s so lovely. The creature feels everything clinging to her fur as she fixates on the gore of the scene before her. There’s something in her that’s simply… she’s sated. She’s so sated, and it feels… interesting. Everything is interesting, but the aching in her ribs is taking her over. She hurts.

Yet she fixates. There’s a creature off to the side, and it brings a growl to her throat. Salem rips away a piece of the meat, enough for herself, and is distracted before she can move to the stranger. Weylin moves to rip away the head of the sea lion—he wasn’t kidding, clearly. “You’re such a boy, Weylin.” The ghost shakes her head, the rest of her body, and the droplets of blood find their way onto the sand. With a roll of her eyes she makes off with the chunk of meat, hackles rising at the strange man. She speaks with her mouth full, watching the man with eyes narrowed. “It’s impolite to show up to dinner uninvited.” She’s speaking around the chunk of meat, watching the strange at a careful distance.





salem.
my name is blue canary
by hound help from russ



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