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
IP: 209.222.203.130

She is strange, the little ghostly creature. Salem can’t really place all the things she’s thinking and feeling. Collecting the pieces that had fallen away over the course of years… what a novel concept. What a strange concept, and she was nearly sick with it. Her plush coat was catching light, translucent hair scattering whatever it was catching and throwing it around in the most odd and beautiful way possible. She was lost in her own little world. Completely lost, and she was… she was feeling strangely about it all. Sides aching, head aching, and she can barely function. Functioning and trying to be a real… a real something. Salem wished.

There was something coming for her. A black smudge, a shadow to her ghostly figure in the daylight. On top of her, tackling her body, and Salem lashes out with her jaw. A leg, some of the sinewy muscle of the shoulder or chest, something to sink her jaws into the sandy, salty adversary. In Salem’s mind she’s done nothing wrong, and that’s the kiss of death. She’s struggling, growling, snarling… until she hears the voice. The sound, the soft sound leaves her dead. Heart hammering in her chest, blood rushing in her ears. What the fuck.

Dark creature, brilliant blue eyes… Salem knows. “Leviathan… you’re… you’re back.” The ghost’s pale eyes go wide, leaning up to lick the girl’s face this time. She’s confused, a little dazed, and completely… completely something. It’s an emotion that Salem cannot place, an emotion that she’s not sure how to live for the moment. All she knows is that her friend is… is still here. Is still alive and still well. That’s the best news of them all.




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



Replies:


You must register before you can post on this board. You can register here.

Post a reply:
Username:
Password:
Subject:
Message:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->