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

Return to Lunar Children
Pick a color, Pick a LIE
IP: 108.205.16.134

DRINK IT UP NOW, H O N E Y,

CAUSE WE'RE LIVING LIFE IN THE FASTLANE, ON A HIGHWAY

TO HELL, AND THERE'S NO STOP SIGNS, NO SPEED LIMIT. NO,


THERE'S NOTHING STOPPING US NOW. WE'RE GOING DOWN, BABY,

SO DRINK IT UP, THROW IT DOWN. IT'S OUR LAST NIGHT IN TOWN.


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Did anywolf ever tell her that she was outright adorable when she flashed her fangs like that? Perhaps he should let her in on the little secret. Well maybe after she ceases to scowl like that for it was really unbecoming for a lady. But then everything about his beloved was unbecoming for she was not your typical lady. She did not wait around for trouble to find her, she protected. She did not just laze around, she found something to do with herself that was productive or damaging if her scars were to be believed. She did not chatter like those incessant birds, instead she was regal with her silence and her stare. She was everything he shouldn’t want but everything he needed. He was hooked on her and there was nothing anyone could do to deter him.

Her near snarled words brings him from his thoughts as his amused gaze meets her deadpan glare. Yes he would have to let her know how cute she was. ”Have anywolf told you how cute you are when you are angry?” Smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he unsuccessfully tries to contain his smile. ”No M’dear I do not make it a habit to stalk any wolves. I am not some unrefined psychopath. He pauses as he allows his meaning to sink in. He was not stalking any other wolf; he was stalking her and only her. ”Besides I do not think that I am within this den without permission for surely we are still on the outside yes? However thank you for letting me know it was indeed yours.” He now beams as he regards her. Yes, indeed they were upon the “front porch” and technically he was not “inside” yet.

A swelling begins within his chest as he catches the faint trace of a growl, yet he misses the twitch of her lips as he lays his head back down. Yet still she does not move, her body rigid and very still causing him to sigh as if he were dealing with a petulant child. ”M’dear would it kill you to share my heat?” He rises smoothly to his paws before slowly advancing upon her. ”Do you find me so unappealing that you rather freeze than indulge in this once luxury?” He then stills directly before her, his mismatch eyes boring into her own electric depths. ”I for one find you ravishing and lately I have been most hungry.” His voice is low and very heady as his warm breath plays upon her moist snout. Oh yes, as the fall progresses he can not help but look upon her delicious curves in such a way. He could not stop the way his heart hammers within his cavernous chest whenever her scent assaults his delicate senses. He wanted nothing more than to press his body against hers again, to trail little nibbles down her spine. He wanted to feel her shiver in the most naughty of ways. ”Don’t tell me that you are afraid…”




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Sex: MALE

Age: 6

Lives: LONER

Stalks: JAGGER

Marking Looks Like: Clicky

Fathered: NONE

CREDITS:peek a bloody boo. @ CAUTION 2.0









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