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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Don't Want to Live as an Unsung Melody
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I was getting pushed and shoved. Out, out, out! And then there is cold, and bright. I open my mouth in shock as a large face licks my damp fur and air rushes into my lungs for the first time. A metallic scent stings my nostrils, as they flare for the first time. Following instincts I cannot control I snuggle close to the large, warmer shape, mouth seeking and sucking, finding nourishment. There is nothing else in my world at this point, and no memories to keep, just squirming bodies, nestled against a literal stranger, though she has carried us for months we have never met.

I have no idea what I look like yet, no sense of time. Just cold, and warm, and vague shadows beyond still closed eyelids. The strange newness everywhere. Everything is happening for the first time. I am just a tiny furry weak puppy, who eats, yawns, then falls asleep, exhausted with the efforts of the day, though most of it is not even mine. Mother may not have wanted me, but similar to a parasite, I cling to life with a vengeance. A thin breeze tickles my ears, and they twitch, a reflex reaction to the touch of air, on a body once confined by warmth and closeness.



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