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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I hardly pay attention to any of the words the other two might have said. I don't care. Words just get in the way when there was real fighting to be had. I prefer to speak through physical means, though my actions and this is much better than me saying 'Fuck off' to this little prissy princess that seems to want to micromanage the god damn world. I don't give an elk's butt what she is trying to do, she is annoying me and I want to make sure she never opens her mouth with annoying pointless words towards me ever again.

I had grabbed onto her tail, harshly tugging back and leaving no kindness to my actions. I do indeed bite down, her fur sticking to my tongue, and my bite not the sweetest of bites in the world. I am naturally rough with my actions, shaking my head violently once to make sure she knew who she was dealing with.

I am not stupid though. She will not just stand there and take it. She will turn and likely aim for my muzzle. I had thought this through in that moment, for I thought what I would do in her position. Little did I know my prediction was actually right. She pulled her tail from my mouth, leaving me with some of her hairs as a prize of my dominance. I am not surprised by this, my body tense and ready as she comes towards me, aiming for my muzzle with her own.

I will not allow her to take my muzzle in some show of undeserved superiority. I countered her attack, jumping upwards as she came towards me, using my positioning and her having to turn towards me to my advantage. By the time she reaches me, she will miss her teeth upon my muzzle, catching only air and possible a single piece of fur from my neck and shoulder area. As I come down, my own muzzle of grey and off white comes down, seeking her own muzzle to take in my mouth, to bite down on and shake in my own show of dominance. Perhaps this may put me in biting range with my shoulder depending on how she moves, but I will keep going towards her muzzle until I grab it or she gets the hell away from me.

She may want this to be done, for this to be enough, but if she does pull back, I will only charge forward. Depending on how she reacts, I will see if I attack her again, or if she backs off from me. A certain range away would be good, or perhaps even her running away with her tail between her legs. Apparently though, Magnus is not nearly as exciting and interesting as I first thought, choosing to watch and not get in on the action.

Typical. Everyone is boring in the end.


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