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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Sanguine Addiction
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Posted on June 15, 2013 at 09:57:39 PM by Kiska

PLEASE VIEW WITH MOZILLA FOXFIRE TO VIEW CORRECTLY. THANK YOU ~ Kiska





Mismatched eyes of molten fire and glacial ice analyze their figures in silence as each makes his or her way towards the summons I had known would eventually call them together. I kept my distance for now, a satellite in orbit, an observer from afar. I've become very good at that lately, ever since my impromptu departure from Diveen.

I simply didn't have the strength left to continue fighting for something that seemed to not want to be fought for anymore. Devil was forever chasing after the scent of his Imprint. A pawprint in the mud, an old fawn's carcass left in the crater. Any trace of Natalya's existence. She had absorbed him. Nearly all his thoughts both waking and dreaming. She was his Obsession. I could not deny that any longer.

And so I had left, taken to the tradewinds to wander wherever my itching paws dared to roam. Sometimes far far beyond the boundaries that marked the edge of Moladian. But for all my ventures I never seemed to break orbit and set myself entirely free, and I'd find myself coming back into the stratosphere for some tiny whiff of oxygen. Rumors had found their way to my ears, telling me tales of terrible things. Some had even said that Natalya had died, though I doubted that were true... Others told of even worse tragedy; that Devil's daughter Fathom had in fact died. Right before his very eyes.

I had wanted to go to him then. To wrap him in my embrace and drown him in my Love Unconditional... But I knew that would be a mistake. It would undo all that I have done. All that I was striving for. To break free of him. My absence seems of no consequence beneath the long shadow cast by his Imprint and their children. A part of me has wondered if he had even noticed that I'd been gone so long? Even if he had, it would only be a pinprick next to the deep void of the loss of his Soul.

Some have told me he's even gone mad.... But maybe he is only just returning to the Nature in which he was intended. His spicy cologne no longer clings to my skin like the sheath that covets the blade of my body. I miss the heady musk, can still smell it wrapping around me in my dreams. Can sometimes taste the twang of it: Blood and Death and Desire, rolling across my tongue. But then again a part of me feels a small triumph that it has finally faded. Each day that I keep myself from him is a small victory. Another sacrifice. A dagger in my side.

If Devil truly has gone mad, dove into the Abyss of the Hellish darkness he has been dancing along the edge of every day since he made the decision to take me as his mate over his Imprint... then I know that she is the only one capable of pulling him back from that pit. It never should have been me. A part of me has always known that, and I had been too stubborn and prideful to keep from fighting for what I wanted. At first, I had thought our Love and Passion could suture the wedge she had placed between us. But time has shown me quite the opposite. That tiny wedge became a rift, then a chasm, and finally a void. Devil and I weren't as close and each day felt as though we were drifting further and further a part. Reality prying my eyes open to the cold cruel truth. Fate was not on my side. Love was not on my side. The chains that bound us were breaking, link by link... until one day I knew I wouldn't be able to feel them at all. So I finally went to the only person I knew could help me rectify this blunder of my own making. I'd thought for certain he'd find some twisted sense of amusement and satisfaction in my dillemma, after all he'd never really cared for me to begin with. But I knew if anyone could help me pull it off, it would be He. An anonymous benefactor in the Biggest Vanishing Act of my Career.

For all my size and strength and experience, I can not compete against the Bond of Imprints. I cling to the idea that Natalya will eventually return and give Devil his Life back. Give him all that I simply cannot. His Soul.


The crisp arrid scent of Diveen is also brittle and non-existent after so much time spent out in the vast wildernesses so far from the City of Angels. To anyone of the River pack that did not know me I would be little more then another Vagrant lured by the notion of a new Pack forming ranks, and I was content to keep it that way. I am the Phoenix now, rising from my own bed of ashes to start Life anew for myself. Each day I let go of a little piece of my old Self, molting the flaming feathers as they are incinerated to dust, so that I might rise again and learn that I can still fly. But I will not forget. Not him, or that special moment in time that was Just for Us. Like a Phoenix it is something immortalized and sacred, burned into my Heart for always.

Several of the River wolves were now clustered before the stone on which their newest Napolean now stood, presiding over his future followers with the regal air of a King despite his slight size. My own stature was dwarf his in comparison, even my shadow might swallow him whole, as I move with the vexing hypnotic sway of a pit viper down amongst the others. To the outside observer, my obsidian mass of velvet over toned and compact muscle would have them convinced I was wholly of the Masculine persuasion. Sharp angular features possess a carnal edge of primordial savagery. Ugly scars from battles across the ages cut into my ruff beneath the fur and carve a nicely gauged hole into one ear. Yet as I cruise in closer to the bodies that linger on the outter cusp of the gathering, anyone with a keen eye would note the lavish curve of my corsets, the sultry swagger that lures one's attention to the plush hour-glass of my hips and rolling shoulders. Long lithe spires that move with a dancer's grace and a warrior's cutting edge precision.

I finally come to stand, a silent wraith near the outskirts of the group, closest to a golden boy with a silver tongue. He was concise, where I short and well.... for lack of a better term, sweet.

"I come to seek a place amongst the newest Arcana of the River. If you seek a name to call me by, then Phoenix it shall be."

Seemed a fitting enough Alias. But an Alias was necessary lest Devil catch wind of my whereabouts. I could not have that. Not at all.



+ Bitch +
+ Kenai Penn. Wolf +
+ 44" tall +
+ 215 lbs +
+ Kitana of Diveen +
+ Inamorta Of Devil May Cry +
+ Goddess Of No One+
+ Breathed Life Into: Kane, Stella, Cordova, Chance, Zeteri, Valentina, Kali & Durga +





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