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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this is what salvation must be like after a while

I hadn't seen my mother or my father in quite some time. It wasn't as if I didn't care to see them, or that I couldn't muster the energy to make the trip. I just hadn't been seeing much of anybody. It was quite easy to lose yourself in the towering trees of Taviora, and that's what I had found myself doing. It was easier, regardless, when there was no one to talk to. Conversation took so much effort that I hardly found it valuable, especially when it was rare that anyone had anything of merit to say. I was far more comfortable on my own, with only my thoughts to keep me company. I did not find my deafness lonely, because in a way it had forced me to be best friends with myself. After all, I could find things out about the world without speaking or listening.

However, I knew that my parents, my mother especially, cared for my wellbeing. They were in Glorall, so that's where I headed, uncertainty crossing my features as I approached the borders. Perhaps it was a little dangerous to cross the border of an unfamiliar pack so freely, but I was small and quick and quiet, and I doubted that I would be caught before I reached my family. My mother's scent was not particularly strong, but my sharp nose followed the trail without much effort. I set off at a fast trot, zig-zagging across the seaside packland.

Lucky for me, I had gotten quite adept at tracking through scent alone, given that I could not rely on sound to help me find things, and before long I caught sight of the two pups wrestling in the grass and my mother and father standing together. I was amused at my usually serious father being so playful with what I suspected were my younger siblings, and I stepped forward slowly, not knowing if I was welcome or not.

I approached my mother quietly, my stark white eyes glittering as I looked at her. I was happy to see that she appeared healthy, and happy. My puppyhood had been shadowed by the deaths of Neirin and Ifrit and the takeover of my home, and I supposed it was... nice, that my younger siblings could grow without worry. "Hello, Mother. I hope my visit is not unwanted." I said, dipping my head and trying my best at a smile. "It is good to see everyone..." I paused, fidgeting slightly as I tried to remember how to say the word I was thinking. "...well... Yes. Well."


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