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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I'LL BE THERE eden!
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When the sand in the hourglass runs out...
It had not been a terribly difficult thing to become the silent one of the pack. The young ash hooded girl had always been something of a loner, and never truly interacted except with those of kin. Viora was something of a personal role-model, her rough-n-tough ways had struck a chord in the heart of the impressionable girl. Magnus had played his role in her upbringing as well, and Apollymi would say this is where most of her mannerisms come from. It only served as testament to her ways, the crowd she decided to stick with. But, she always felt something was missing. Perhaps the ability to speak as they did?

True, her ways of speaking did have basic meaning in way of communication. She could get needs across, but not actual ideas. It was this that led the young lady to believe she was highly misunderstood by her friends. Today, Apollymi finds she has something she wishes to do, but not alone. She only needs to tell Eden of her wishes. Wildfire had a ring to it for her, and though she was sleek and unassuming, she knew from her childhood that she could in fact pack a punch. How she longs to send up the mournful sounding songs that sent messages over the land. To be able to call your leader to you would be much better than having to sniff him out yourself. With his scent fresher now on the salty air, Apollymi makes her way toward where she assumes Eden will be.

Her narrow frame dances across the sand, gait optimistic in its springy nature, and her darkened tail raised to a comfortable and confident height. Her paws, like her eternally frozen vocal cords, are silent. They leave only a whisper in defiance of her disturbance across the surface of Glorall's vast beach. White eyemarks pull inward in concentration as she moves with the wind, her leader's scent moving away from her and surely bringing hers to him.

Perhaps he should meet her in the middle. Either way, the expression upon her face is clear, and the way she holds herself speaks volumes: We need to talk, I have ambition to feed. Bright blues bore into the eyes of her alpha, confidence and sassy nature held on her beautifully delicate face.
girl • four • loveless • bondless • glorall • formerly apollinari


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