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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She thinks on her spar with Eden, going over how she could have done better though she had given her all. It was a strange feeling to be here without her mother or siblings, to know she would never know her father. Apollymi felt abandoned and alone, despite the fact that she would be working hard to protect a pack who certainly did not need it.

She is pulled from these thoughts by a change in wind, her bright blue eyes turning in her skull before she turns her ashen colored tiara toward the white and black male coming her way. Her ears pull back and she smiles a bit as he approaches, stating his name and asking hers. She mouths the name 'Apollymi' as slowly as she can though she is sure he will ask her again. It is no matter, she will repeat it until he understands.

Her darkened bodice does not move as he sits, rather she relaxes in the break from her isolation. She bats at the sand despite her wounds, superficial they may be. A few scrapes and bruises from rough play and nothing more. The coal black beauty was allowed to remain in the pack and was well on her way to becoming Wildfire of Glorall. Perhaps she could even act as escort for this Tristan one day. She waves her black tail, heavily relying on body language to get her points across, it would be difficult to talk to a wolf who could actually make noises from their unmarred throats.

female - four - glorall - meltdown x snowshoe
html by castlegraphics; image by apollymi


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