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!
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just another murderer. IP: 70.67.86.153 Posted on September 1, 2015 at 01:49:25 AM by dieloch
deceiver
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.
He had been scouting out the lay of the land for some time now and seemed satisfied with what he had come across, of course the death of his father had shaken him, the two had only just met and had so many things to talk about. Time wasted. Squandered almost, a seething rage had built up within him and the only outlet he knew how to use had been his blood thirst, one he had come to know was a family trait and he had used it. Illy did not know of his odd taste for wolf blood, no one but Covet knew and he aimed to keep it that way for the time being.
When Dieloch gets lost in these times he often strays for days at a time, keeping away from his darling frost queen until his head clears and he no longer is feverish. Today is that day, her song has cleared the red fog of his mind and draws him closer to Gloralls beach.
On thick paws he passes over the sand towards her, his stormy coat is accosted and buffeted by sand and wind making him look all the more a wild man. But his appearance softens as he gets closer always allowing her a glance at the inner being that is he. For all his outward appearances Dieloch can be a caring individual, his body molds in tight to her own allowing his bulk to gift her with a reprieve from the harsh salty breeze. "My dearest Illyria, I've missed you so much" he says taking a large whiff of her perfume allowing other scents to mix in and register. "It is good to see your making friends though" his husky voices breathes softly next to her ear, he wanted to know everything and yet all he wanted to do was be next to her now.
"talks like this"
dieloch | male | no bond | no woman | no home
of covet x fathom | no spawn | littermate to boleyn, half sibling to iscariot & melek
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