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 11, 2015 at 04:29:02 AM by dieloch
dieloch
just another murderer.
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.
It is her first howl that alerts him just as it must have done with the black male who waited in front of Hecates den, his movements are quick as he moves away from the site of Illyria's den, so quick does he move that he is sure his feet do not touch the ground. Now we all hope Nathaniel takes this all in stride, new father sees a strange dark male standing near his den, he knows nothing of Eden's plans, and he normally can be a very jealous man.
A low growl of warning is stated to the young male but other than that only a raised scruff shows his displeasure, "there had best be a good reason for your presence here boy, but all in good time..." he states in a mere whisper as he walks past him towards the den and its inhabitants. His large head moves in to take a look at his slowly growing family, the familiar golden form of his lady and the softly squirming bodies of four pups, his first children... it brings a sorta pride to his chest as he listens to them live.
He had heard Hecate's last words before drifting off to sleep hence his whispering, "I think we shall call you Sif, not a goddess but a strong and brave warrior you shall become. Worthy of your birthright." He then turned from the den unknowing of his children's deformations but knowing that he could treat them all equally, "I am listening now..." he says quietly so as not to disturb Hecate then seats himself just before the doorway.
"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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