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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my name is blue canary
IP: 71.192.221.44


Her head spun and spun around. It was something that she hadn’t been able to help… not now and not ever. It had been this way since the very start. The creature was used to it in more ways than one. The creature was never quite able to figure out what was going on inside her own head. That was enough. She was able to drive herself bonkers without ever having to step out into the real world. She couldn’t afford to relax. She couldn’t afford to let her mind wander. All she could do was keep herself fixed on the world around her.

She was pretty dragged back, dragged into her shell. It was what happened, the creature realized, after a while. “How do you propose it would help, if you don’t mind me asking?” The creature’s tail swished, curious now. She was curious as Tesseract brought it up, wanting to know. She’d try nearly anything at this point, and that was exciting. The pale eyed ghost perked up directly, already entranced. She needed to know what came next, what the man would say next… what would promise her something that was… freeing. She needed to be set free.

Salem watches the man, still not sure how to feel. At least he was making an effort. At least he was out here, talking to the pack.



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



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