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 21, 2015 at 01:53:30 PM by - r y k e r -

The salty sea breeze was relaxing. Glorall was much more than the wild waves that licked at its shores but I could not help to find myself in this place more often than not. Within the deafening sound of the crashing water there was a peacefulness that could not be found anywhere else… and my favorite lounging spot was here as well.

Midday always had a way of bringing in the heaviest heat waves, so thick and humid that you felt you could barely breathe, but by the sea it was different. Here there was wind and sea spray to keep cool and refreshed. At times I think that I could have never found a better land to call my home. With the sun bearing down upon my multi-toned back I meandered across the warm, dry sands of the upper banks. My spot was nearby and I was intent on getting to it sooner than later – should nothing deter me from it.

A sharp gust blew in, rocking my body and challenging my physical resolve, until it wanes and I am left in peace again. Salt water and sand becomes wrapped up within the wild hairs upon my top half, causing me to look even more tangled than usual; but what better way to be when at the beach? Within a short period of time I am approaching a large piece of driftwood that has become a permanent marker upon the sands. Its topside curves over in a shelter-like fashion and its innards are littered with whole and broken shells from the far reaches of high tide.

I move slowly toward it and settled myself down amidst the small bit of shade that it provides, eyes locked onto the tumultuous ocean just down the sloping shoreline. Off in the distance is the promise of a tempest, the clouds gradating to darkened castles ready to let loose their armies of thunder, lightning, and rain. I do not worry for it though, for it is far from shore and unlikely to disrupt my moment of restfulness any time soon. For now I will ease into a nice little nap.

(by fate)


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