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 won't give up
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Posted on July 27, 2014 at 04:45:21 PM by riopat

The winds were sharp today, and the healer could feel the tension in the air as she watched the skies blacken on the horizon. Oh how she wished it would not rain in autumn nor winter, it was not a good sign at all for mothers to be, but who could know what nature had planned for the wolves of Glorall? Her eyes, so dark and filled with a longing she dares not speak of, not yet anyway. She will not wait for him, though her broken soul longs to mourn another wolf who left her.

In her search for family and strength, Riopat found healing, medicinal arts, and folk cures for the injuries she began to collect. She had been bitten and beaten by so many in her first year of life that she had thought it was love, and violence was the way it was shown. To live, she had to learn. Her ability to slip away became notorious enough to her once pack mates that they guarded her by holding her scruff in hard fangs, clenched together as if locked in her skin. It was hard to be different, to be the only kind being in your pack was something they saw as weakness to be rid of. Her eyes were an omen of their violent saviour, Riopat, the goddess of death and resurrection. She was to be their embodied deity, instead they were met with kindness and an unwillingness to hurt others.

In a way, her mother had given her a mercy, abandoning her here. Only now does she realize that fact, where as a pup she had thought it was heartlessness. But now, with Mortz back, she knows it was mercy.

Her head turns as the scent of marsh fills her sensitive nose, white ears perking at the unexpected scent within Glorall. Her navy blues search for the source, even as she swims the raised straight she searches for dark fur. She knows the scent of Iromar, having met Rogue after her battle with the Diveen pack. As soon as she is across the narrow river, she bolts toward the smell, her curiosity growing intense as she runs. When she comes across the young girl, a smile breaks across her face. She did not seem so terrible.

"Hello, Demon youngling. What brings you this far into Glorall?" Her tones are friendly, even as she speaks the title of the girl's bloodline. "I am Riopat, Marius of Glorall, charged with the well being of the creatures of this oceanarium." Her white plume waves in time with the white capped motions of the water behind her. Hopefully, the girl before her comes with good intentions, if not, Riopat will be forced to teach her the lessons her family once taught her.

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