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 June 18, 2013 at 02:07:42 AM by salem


Things had crashed down at Salem’s feet. Everything had broken and shattered and scattered off in a million different directions. It wasn’t right. None of it was right. She was alone… really and truly alone, and that was enough to upset her. Everything was upsetting as of late. The ghost couldn’t stop it, she couldn’t throw the breaks on, she couldn’t even try. Nothing. Just a hopeless creature that wanted to off and fly away. Get away. It would be so much easier to get away, run for the hills and the sunset and never look back… that would be a coward’s move. Salem wasn’t a coward. Salem would endure.

They would all endure eventually. Everything would be okay in the end. Salem would keep lying to herself as she moved on. It seemed like an eternity of waiting at Jaye’s den for something to happen. Something had happened. Things moved on at a snail’s pace… things happened too slowly. So slowly. It made the creature ache as she thought of it, and she was getting damn sick of that ache. Yet she would go. He sounded like he was in the middle of everything, so she’d go to the middle of everything… even still, she stung. She didn’t want to leave Jaye’s den for fear something would happen.

There’s a call. She gets up and she goes. Salem arrives last, coming in to sit beside Pan. There’s a look in her eyes that’s simple we need to talk. Still, she doesn’t speak to the man. It’s one she’s known from afar, known of—him and his mate. A strange pair, but one that seems to work. Doesn’t matter to her. None of it matters to her. They aren’t Weylin, and that’s where she hurts. Everything hurts, in fact. Still, the creature sits close to Pan’s side and simply.. observes. No words necessary.
keep the nightlight on
hound’s
inside the birdhouse in your soul




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