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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V
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strange things have happened here,no stranger would it be

Today, I run. I let my legs take me as far and as fast as they can go. They burn, my darling, brindled legs, delicate in nature and yet I conquer what dearest nature has given to me. I have strengthened them, tempered them in time. I am not one to settle for Fate so willingly. I fight it tooth and nail. I fight for whatever I believe in, and today I fight my own lungs and the snow on the ground.

I breath, the air feeling like raking nails within me, but I dominate my pain. I am still an angry, seething creature as I break past the grass land and onto the sandy coast. I had hunted for the killer of my mother, and yet she is no where to be found. Hell, I had help this time in the form of Jericho, and we could not find him. It only drove each paw to dig into the sand a little further, to drive myself a little harder. He was...like me, like me and wanted to help, unlike my worthless brother. Just the thought of him brought my lips to curl.

I hear the crashing of waves to the right of me. I see the touch of water to wind. It is a dreary day. There are no beams of sunlight. It is grim. It is clouded with grey and a cold mist. The sky held the blue of my mother's eyes, and it does not watch upon me this day. I feel the ache of my paws and soul, my body starting to refuse what my mind stubbornly wants to ignore- exhaustion. I keep pushing though, feeling the air in my fur, feeling free and yet still frustrated all the same.

I see a large rock by the grand ocean, and I know my destination. I come to it, and without hesitation I jump upon it, making a few confident leaps before I high upon it. I breath, in and out and in and out. Over and over. I feel the huffing of my lungs as they crave more air. I feel my legs want to shake and my body want to give way. But I refuse as I hold my head high, my fur flowing as I gaze into the depths of the clouded ocean ahead, how the water is choppy and almost downright violent, turbulent like my very soul. A wave crashes into the rock I stand upon, but I am untouched. I simply stand against all odds- as I always do.


to meet at midnight in the hanging tree.
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