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

Return to Lunar Children
I'm taking my demon's side
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Everyone has a darkside....

She has been feeling strange things lately; of course she had noticed the recent shuffle of pack leaders, it'd be hard for her to not with the headaches they've given her by yapping their heads off after every victory, but something seems to be affecting her making her feel more strongly about them. To add to the strange reactions to the pack affairs, she felt strange tugs in her soul that made her far more restless than she was before. When she had followed the tugs earlier, it had led her to the border of a neighboring pack of the one with all the changes. Normally she wasn't one to risk her beautiful face by trespassing into a pack but there was so much confusion, she had turned back to think on it only to come back few hours later with her mind made up. She sat only a few feet from the border, gathering only what she guessed to call courage. Before getting to her black paws and taking a tentative first step over the boundary line. Then moving quickly into some nearby bushes, ‘I’ll have to be careful, I don't feel like having my beautiful face ripped off today.' She thought putting all her senses into high gear. 'This better be worth it or there's going to be hell to pay.'


She wandered lost for a bit, until the 'tugs' started pulling her again. They pulled she followed there didn't seem to be any other choice in the matter. Eventually she found herself at a den with the unmistakable scent of Solitaire coming from within. It surprised her, but a small part of her voiced an 'I told you so'; slowly she takes a few steps forward until she was off to the side of the den's entrance. "Solitaire?" She said, it came out as a question only spoken loud enough for him to hear. She shifted in an unsure manner, quickly looking behind her for any others before continuing. "Hard day huh? I guess such is life, but what do I know; I’m just a previously spoiled rebel, now a runaway." She chuckled, shocked to what she said. 'Why the hell did I mention my pass to him? How the hell do I know he's having a hard time anyway?' She thought now irritated with herself. She still waited for his answer, but she was well aware of her surroundings. She knew that being in someone else's territory without permission was a bad idea, so she had to keep her guard up.





Can you love me for mine?"
Striker


this is how she talks her thoughts
//5 years of fighting // No one to fight for // Getting Stronger for Solitaire // Free //



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