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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Posted on October 11, 2015 at 10:53:09 PM by Tithe & Taika

Tithe has been watching the puppies grow. So many had come to life in the winter, now they were coming to see the life outside the dens. He watched them play, nipping and rolling with their siblings. The sight of them reminded him of his life he had known with his friends. So few times he could escape to their presence and relax in the play that had ruled that little bit of their lives. A smile played on his lips, remembering his friend who still let play rule her life.

Watching the young pups of Spirane and idea started to form in his mind. The best friendships he had formed had been from families that had not been his own. The ties that held him together for his childhood had been those that tied him to a place outside the world he had been raised in. Eyes shining as he watched the newest generation of wolves he got to his paws and loped from the mountains and into the freelands, where he found his best friend, the small chocolate gypsy named Taika.

Together they trotted through the terrain until they lingered on the edges of Glorall. Just on the border the two wolves sent their songs into the air. Side by side the two could not have sounded any different. His voice deep, and respectful, knowing he was asking permission to be close to a land that was not his home. Taika’s feminine voice wisped through the air and danced in the notes of Tithe’s. Her’s was a song of laughter and freedom.

The black bulk and small russet frame stood beside each other, waiting to speak to the wolf of the land, both with a different but similar intent in mind.

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