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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[It's Now or Never] - Ravenna/Open
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Sven
Fight your foes you’re on your own;
Holy war is on the phone;
The bleeding loss of blood runs cold.


He felt like he was floating, everything was black it must be what death felt like when it grabbed you in its claws to carry you away. Peace flowed through him, he didn’t feel pain, he didn’t know misery, he wasn’t lonely. He was free. Sometimes it was rougher than other times, but he wondered if it was just the spirits changing hands, he had no idea what happened after he died. He left his message with the brown pelted male. Told him what he needed and wanted before he died. He had no regrets. Sven was out of everyone’s way, especially Natu’s. It felt cold, but if he was in the sky maybe that made sense. He didn’t know he just floated along waiting for the journey to end.

He was tired though, which was a strange feeling to be he though. He couldn’t even open his eyes if he wanted. Maybe whatever was up here did it on purpose so he couldn’t look or see. He could still feel his body too. What was that about? Did his body come with him into the afterlife? Maybe that was why it was heavy; it wasn’t supposed to be up here. Then he felt something touch him. He couln’t help but flinch inwardly. Pain, his body hurt! What was going on? It was so bright out… bright? Was he there? But why did he hurt if he was dead? His eyes opened slowly, just cracking and barely revealing the bright orange eyes. Everything was blurry and white and something smelled… weird, all around him. He was having problems breathing. So weak and short like he wasn’t drawing enough air . Where was he? What was going on? Was this the afterlife. Was he dead?

His eyes shut again too heavy to open he could feel what he only could assume was water. Was this because he threw himself in the river? It moved moving up his form and through is form. He was cold, he could feel it in his very bones. What was going on, he couldn’t move he was weak. Fear started to clench him. Where was he? Was he dead or alive? No familiar smell touched his nose but there were scents of others around. Was he in a pack? His body shook, shivering slightly and with each shake cold muscles screamed in protest. Did he survive?


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