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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It feels like it's been years since I spoke with Viora on the rock that day when she brought me a dying mouse. I told her to end its suffering and she obliged like the hunter she is, making me proud. We were going to go hunting but we were intercepted by none other than Covet, the son of Cobryn and Jaidah, but I always treated him as my own. He was looking for his father, I'm sure, and I was loathe to tell him what happened but then Tesseract came, protective of his pack like always. From there things started to spin out of control. My long lost son Solitaire arrived on the scene and it broke my heart to see both boys that I raised and lost looking so alone in the world.

Viora in her spunk got mad that she wasn't hunting yet and stormed off which broke my heart as well. My little girl growing up, but she didn't geet any of her father's patience. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, she already acts like a miniature version of me, all terror and teeth. Its hard to imagine that was me in my younger age, all spitfire and ready for anything. I don't feel anything like that now. I just feel....utterly tired.

It must be my age finally catching up with me. I'm no fool to think I'm still a spring chicken, but I've still got a will to live left. I still want to prove my worth to the pack. Tesseract has yet to call me to him for a secret chat, though who knows if I'll ever get that chance. Maybe he's already wrote me off as too old to be given a job. I can't really blame him; he has his pack to think about. It hurts my pride, that's all.

Deciding to get out and maybe meet a pack member or two today, I head into the pack lands.



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