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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In a world I would have never had this happen. I would have been the brave one. I was quiet though and I got involved with the wrong crowd. I found myself in a place I should not have wound up. Here I am though and the pain is only just beginning. I know it is time and I can feel the contractions. I can feel the pain as it sets in every now and then. It slowly gets worse and worse. The first baby is born and she is beautiful. I have moments of relief and I'm cleaning her off. I'm pushing her up against my abdomen so that she may nurse. A little wiggling; bundle of joy. She's beautiful. She's a mixture of colors. There's black over her shoulders and her back. There's brown spreading down her legs on the front and casting into grey on her chest. Her face is masked with grey. Her eyes will someday be a Steely Blue. Those adorable little ears are tipped with black and her tail is half white. There's white trailing down her back legs and there's silver that mingles on one.

Yes, she's a stunning little girl in whom I've decided I have the perfect name for. "Daelin." That is my little girl's name. We are not done though. There's more of this to come and I've realized this from the start. This babe of mine had a sibling. Two babes at least and I didn't know if there was more than that. This one seems more complicated though. I don't understand it. This pain is unlike anything other. I don't remember pain like this. I don't know pain like this. Well, I do. I was in a fight for that though and this is different. When she is finally born though; I pant hard. I clean her off but I'm so exhausted. I have her pushed up with her sibling against me but something is off. She doesn't wiggle to my voice like Daelin did.

"My little Myra." She doesn't respond to the name I've chosen for her. I see no reactions to my voice, but her sister reacts completely. This worries me and I find myself scowling a little. What was going on. I am exhausted though and cannot bring myself to trouble my thoughts over it for very long right now. There has been a lot of whining for me and I can only imagine that I haven't gone unheard. I would hope that I haven't gone unheard. I need help and I know that I need my pack behind me now.


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