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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Posted on July 11, 2014 at 10:57:28 PM by riopat

I tried really hard to pull him to shore, but...I think my body was not made for dragging things twice my size. I feel the deep rumble of his growl as he comes awake, relief and a small shred of fear pierce my heart so badly it brings tears to my eyes. "Thank heaven you are awake, you are hard to carry..." I say this in a joking manner, moving quickly to help steady him as he makes his way toward my beach. "I would not have trusted my care to the Divinian healers, their knowledge of the art is limited by an unwillingness to experiment on themselves." I try hard not to listen about his imprint, a small pang of hurt and jealousy hits my heart and I must force the feeling back so I do not blurt out anything that would upset him. I wonder if he knows just how much I still watch over him. Since re-finding Mortz, I have rarely let him out of my sight unless he goes outside the pack.

Comforting dark gaze meets his eyes as he explains, then shock and mild embarrassment show just before he goes unconscious on the beach once more. 'You're pretty.' He called me pretty! My heart soars at the compliment from him, and while he is passed out and can't see me, I do a dance all the way to my den stores, getting some of my cobwebs and pain treating herbs, I put them in a seal skin purse of sorts, sticking the silken threads of the freshly spun webs of my spiders into the outside of the skin. Dancing my way back to the male who always will have my heart, I grin, setting into motion to patch him up and relieve the pains he suffered.

Chewing up the bitter leaves of a tree I found deer chewing on when they finished sparring, I lay my webbing down on the inside of my purse, covering this with the now pulped leaves. Saliva makes a good paste out of the stuff, and I lay the webbing leaf side down over his cuts. The deepest one I pack with the chewed leaf pulp, the lay the webs over it. When he wakes, he may feel a bit of disorientation, or dizzy and loopy, depending on if his body is like mine. I smile as he rests for now, going to the ocean to lap at the water and clean my mouth, I never swallow the water. I did that already, it makes you puke.

Laying by his side to offer what comfort I can to the hulking and handsome male, I begin to sing softly, a tune I used when left alone and scared and hungry. "Don't worry, about a thing. 'Cause every little thing, is gonna be alright..." My voice is soft, clear, alto, able to calm and soothe as it was meant to be. Riopat may be a name for the destroyer, but since my birth I have been a care taker.

"I've never told you how handsome I think you are, or how much I've liked you since I met you. You did the right thing, we both know it. Life doesn't reward the righteous often, though, I'm afraid. I'm glad you are the wolf you are, I don't think I could love you the same if you were any other but yourself." Please let him be unconscious still. I lick his forehead in comfort, I know the wounds must hurt, but soon I hope the leaves take effect. It usually doesn't take long, now all I had to do was wait. And take the opportunity to cuddle with Mortz again. I blush as his words ring in my ears again, I can't believe he thinks I'm pretty, must be the delirium talking.

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