<font color=22868a size=1 face=sylfaen>SET YOUR HEART ON THIS FAR SHORE</font>

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

she tackles salem with a initial rush of snarls, a bullet fast charge and collision turning into a rolling tangle of snaps and legs before she rears her long neck back to prepare a proper attack at a vulnerable face-- only to realize who it was - to say her name in disbelief and surprise. they had both rebuffed their attacks and she finds she is glad that she was so much faster than most wolves and salem was proficient at dodging her own self.

they both are panting, posed with leviathan still reared back, salem beneath her after the collision and looking like she had been as ready as her opponent to offer recompense of pain, to strike-- now though, they were frozen in place with lips only slowly going back over their teeth as their chests and bellies heaved. "Leviathan� you�re� you�re back." and all at once the atmosphere of gladiatorial combat has shifted and the white girl�s face turns ecstatic. leviathan nods stiffly, now torn between her responses between trespassing and needing to defend it and feeling obligated to the new alpha to keep the borders stable� and to welcoming her sister back into the fold. "Weylin is dead. He doesn�t run Glorall� if anyone else had found you..." she sounds tense, choking on competing loyalties in so much as Salem was as much a daughter as she was a sister and both times in need of her assistance.

"why are you running, sister?" she asks, choosing a neutral stance between obligation and bond. find out what it was that drove her sister to run headfirst into the pack of a strange group of wolves -- surely she had smelled it was not weylin�s pack anymore. surely she knew to stop at the borders when in doubt at the nature of the ruling pack of a territory? "you seemed so distant, you used to be more aware of your surroundings� i shouldn�t have been able to take you so easily..." she almost chastises the girl for her own semi-victory.

The Last Daughter of Mirovis
[ female - eight - fond of tesseract - no imprint - glorall ]

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