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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Posted on October 20, 2014 at 02:56:09 PM by salem

There are a million things that she’s thankful she knows. Salem is a bright girl, and always has been. Bright, and she knows what’s up. How else do you explain a child that managed to keep herself alive in the calamity? A child by the side of two other boys, none of them were supposedly old enough to fend for themselves. That’s, perhaps, why she’s still drawn to Glorall. She’s fond of this place that kept her safe when she could barely keep herself safe at all. That made all the sense in the world, and maybe that was why she kept coming back.

The dark girl speaks Weylin’s name, and it’s the first time in an age that she’s heard it aloud. Salem shakes her head, watching the girl softly. “I know Tesseract, I was here when he arrived… we have no quarrel.” The ghost’s tail wagged, and her eyes trained on his face carefully. She’s happy to see Leviathan, but there’s something deep in Salem’s chest that’s guarded. So many things that she wishes she could feel something else, and she stretches. The girl is careful, even with her own sister. It’s out of habit more than anything, now. Accidental.

Why… why. That was a wonderful question. “I wasn’t expecting my sister to come out of freaking nowhere and full-body tackle me.” But there’s a joke there, trying to get the tense shadow to lighten her mood. It’s an effort, but a strange one. “I was trying to… trying to figure out if this place was still real.” If it had been real to start with. The words tasted weird on her tongue. Tasted weird, felt weird, right down into her bones. It’s okay. Salem has always been weird.




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



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