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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

They moved as one, well she more so in the front than he, but he mirrored her movements perfectly as he followed her to the border of her home. The last few moments the led up to this moment fresh in his mind. She had given in, if only for a moment and had conceded to his gentle prodding. She had said that she would try and that was enough for him. The fact that she had let her walls down for even a minute was a major victory and he would take whatever he could get while at the same time pushing until she was carefree around him, until she trusted him. Even if he only saw such a side alone it was enough, she was worth it.

Ducking beneath another branch, a stinging sensation races up his leg where her teeth had sunk into his flesh. It stung yet it was background noise. A pleasant reminder of when she had cleansed it, her tongue soothing and expert. How many wounds had she cleansed? A grimace mars his face as he remembers the scars that scatter her body like little land mines. Several too many. He thinks to himself, resolving to lessen the scars from this day forward. He held no illusions that he could prevent them for the fool woman loved them so but he could at least dent the would be numbers. But then if she hurt herself in these foolish endeavors then he could care for her within their den. He could force her down and deal sweet loving licks, caress her with his tongue until she writhed with delight. The image was enough to bring forth a ridiculous grin to his face as he watched her hips before him.

When she had declared that she would try he had only replied with a grin. Then he told her to lead the way and to not look so panicked. He wouldn�t attempt to share her den, yet. The memory holds a light yet deep light for the way she had looked like a frightened bird, ready to bolt should he take a step closer. So he did not, preferring the view from behind while at the same time giving her time with her thoughts. He knew she had a lot to work through and he vowed to give her time, but within a week�s time he planned to resume his vigorous courting. After all it was her irritated growl that made his day worth living.

After several hours he finally drew forward beside her and after shooting her a heated look he spoke, his voice back to the pompous regal drawl he so loved. �So tell me about your pack.� He was interested, very much so.

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