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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I'm Gonna Hide My Wings [Alpha & Any]
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I'm gonna hide my wings tonight

It is so strange to be thinking of joining another pack, to be with other wolves who could hurt me and drive me away like my own did. It frightens me a little that I could be turned away from the larger packs, so I make sure to avoid those. I do not want to get my feelings hurt again, sometimes I think it is easier to be on my own, but then I take into account my lack of experience in hunting larger animals and I end up going days without food. I have lost weight, my small and delicate frame now seeming hollow and sunken in. My stomach has shrunken from a lack of food, only mice and rabbits to keep me held over until I find something dead. It was a hard thing to be abandoned at so young an age, and I found each day was more and more of a struggle to rise and meet in the mornings. What was the point? I would die soon, but there was hope, a rather brilliant hope actually. It lay with the sounds of the waves crashing on the shoreline and the scent of salt in the air. It felt like I could really belong there, like I was made for the white sandy beaches and the small islands.

But, would they accept one like me? Would they understand me? I am not often a female of sense and more times than not I am given to wild imaginings and silly childlike games. Of course, I am only just two years old, maybe they will understand. I have heard that this pack is more or less the place where they accept differences, kind of like a pack of misfit wolves. The sore thumbs and oddities of Moladion coming here. Like the same sex pair that ruled over it not long ago, I hope that I too can be accepted here. So, with a tiny voice, my small childish tones sweep across the land of Glorall, and I am given to wait here on the border line. I am nervous, my muscles shivering under my fur, even though I have hope, I retain my fear of adult wolves. All my life I have been kicked around and treated like dirt, even by my own mother. I have been on my own for a year, barely making it since my mother left me and vanished. Maybe here is where I am supposed to be.

"Speech"


[Female] [Two] [Too young for love] [No soul found] [Too young for Kids] [Lost]
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