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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

She bites off each word as if they made her sick, as if she could punctuate them to the point that he would understand. Oh, he understood, more than she thought. He understood that she could not continue to fight him all her life. He knew that he had an effect on her just as much as she had one on him. He knew that he would have the last laugh. �Is that so? Okay not cute then, that is more like for puppies. How about adorable?� He tosses the words out causally.

His eyes roam her figure mannishly despite his typically holds, it was near that season and how could he not. They were alone, secluded upon a cliff with a romantic backdrop. She stood perched for the taking against the stone wall. All he had to do�.�Well I did not claim not to be a psychopath. I said that I was not an unrefined one m�dear. Do you not listen?� He tsk tsk�s as if she were the child now and that she should know such things.

He ignores her comment about being near him would kill her. He would just have to find out the answer to such a thing. He waits as his words wash over her, reveling in the way she responds. He wants to take her twitching ears into his warm mouth, to play lovingly with them. He notes the way her breathing changes and imagines that her heart rate must have hiked as well. His voice is husky, yet dangerous as he rubs his head into the fur of her ruff, breaking her no touch rule. �On the contrary my love. In my dreams you are breathtaking, especially so when you are beneath me. In one of those vision I do this�� He drags his fangs through her fur, hoping to elicit those devilish shivers. He wants goosebumps to explode upon her flesh. �Amoung other things.� Ears flick forward to catch her response, to memorize each and every give and take. He will know her inside and out. �Now, it would seem that you are still alive.� He mumurs, before yet again invading, dragging his body down hers and placing a nip upon her rump as he turns around. This time he pulls up beside her, that is if she has not leapt from her fur, and eyes her. He is not touching her but is beside her, eyes searching for hers, hoping to see the fire reflected that burns openly within his own optics.

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