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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~ God of Thunder ~
IP: 12.124.92.82
Posted on September 3, 2015 at 01:23:01 AM by Thor


The word is pitch black but I know it's safe and that's all that matters for now. I feel full and satisfied, calm and confident enough in my surroundings to sleep or shift or kick or whatever I feel like doing. Life is good, or at least, it used to be. But today things are changing and I feel my body being pushed and pulled. Needless to say, I don't like it one bit. I protest and struggle, squirming to get away from all the pushing but it doesn't stop and before I know it, I'm being squeezed out into this wide open space. The first thing I feel is disconnected from my comfort zone. I don't feel full anymore, I feel paniked and scared out of my mind. My first instinct is to cry out and so I do, as loudly as I can. I squirm and struggle some more and then cold air is hitting me like a sock to the gut. I gasp and cry out some more, screaming for air and attention.

And then a cold rough tongue is licking me, scraping against my sensitive wet skin and I struggle some more, trying to get away. But the tongue is too fast and it holds me fast. I cry out and even swipe at the offending tongue with a tiny paw, butting it away with my nose even though I can't see it. I can't see the world I'm now surrounded by but even so, I know it's there. I can't really smell or hear because of all the fluid still in my nasal canals and ear canals but at least I know there's someone there and maybe they're trying to take care of me. Or tasting me for lunch, I don't know. Right now all I know is the world must be a big place and...wait, FOOD. I'm so HUNGRY. It hits me like a rock and suddenly I'm crying out again, screaming for satisfaction. And this time I'm herded toward mounds about the right size for my mouth and I don't hesitate.

Well, at first I mostly squirm around, making tiny chirping noises and pawing at the mounds and butting it around with my nose but finally I manage to get it into my mouth and when I clamp down with my gums, O...M....G. What IS this stuff?!? It's amazing! Before I know it, I'm butting into the stomach, asking for more as I slurp and suckle out as much as I can possibly get. When I feel another nose getting in my space, I protest with grunts and swing a paw out to push it away. Finally when I've had my fill of the miraculous solution, I curl up against the stomach and whimper myself to sleep. This is the life.


Thor
male.zero years old.36in, 145#.born to NatuxFenrir.sibling to Samia.bound to none.mated to none.father to none.Glorall's progeny



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