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

Return to Lunar Children
MY NAME IS BLUE CANARY [leviathan/open]
IP: 209.222.203.130

Salem had been one of the first ones here. She knew Glorall like the back of her hand, and she could have walked around with her eyes closed. Then again, maybe the girl shouldn’t really do that. If it was still Tesseract here, she didn’t know how to interact with him, still didn’t. Leaving and coming back seemed to be her strong suit. Leaving and coming back was the only fucking thing she was good at. Frustrated with herself as always, the ghost moved toward the border of the odd little place that had been her home for so long. To leave for as long as she had… that left a dent in her.

There was something about being in “one piece.” The creature was picking up the pieces of herself that she’d left all over this place, trying to figure out what it all meant. Her insides ached. There was this hole she couldn’t fill, and it was making her head simply hurt. If she was going to figure out how to stop that hurt she had to figure out who the hell she was and where she was coming from. She wanted to know. Some things needed to be tapped into, and here she was, starving for that. Starving and cold and out of breath. Such was the way things went.

The creature hurled herself through Glorall, a jog in her bones, pale eyes fixing on this and that. Where had she left those little pieces of herself? Where had she hidden them away with Jaye, laying with her all-but mother and talking about them? Where had she and Pan buried them when they first came in, leaving a time capsule for someone to find later? Where had they shed off when she went running with Seven, though she could never keep up? Salem was here to find them. She needed to get them back if she had any hope of putting herself back together.






salem.
my name is blue canary
by hound help from russ



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