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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(eden!) Silence is golden, duct tape is silver
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She carried herself as she always had, her graceful stride belying a pride in herself that most could only dream of having. Within her jaws flopped an albatros, his massive wings not even dragging the ground as Apollymi paraded around the beach with her quarry. Black pirate's flag high above her haunches, the silent warrior moved toward her leader's den.

The bird was huge in comparison to the small framed female, and no doubt the perfect apology gift for her sudden disappearance. Spring often set her to wandering, perhaps it is a tribute to her father or mother, she could not know. Still, the beach needed someone to shield her when Eden seemed so deeply involved in the well being of the Glorallian mothers. One in particular seemed to hold his interest, but he always seemed to answer her knocking.

Putting the large bird of death down, Apollymi reached for the piece of driftwood she used to knock against the turtle shell at his den. After this, she sat staring at the large bird, tail wagging in the sand under her haunches.

Doing her best to look cute, contrite, and utterly guilty, Apollymi waited to see Eden's reaction to her return. Would she still be welcomed to her home? It was the only place she had known, and the only place she would give her life to protect. The prospect of losing it choked her and chilled her to the bone in the middle of summer.

Please don't let him hate her.

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