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!
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monster with two heads. IP: 162.211.117.63 Posted on November 11, 2015 at 01:09:44 AM by dieloch
deceiver
For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.
The blood was still there, still stained his gray maw his tongue lapped at the luxury to taste it once more, his belly argued with his mind as the fog finally cleared from his eyes. Zeus had been right, he needed this, fiended for it. Even Eden's query about his warrior abilities had begun to spin in the right direction. Perhaps he would re-consider his leaders words and attempt for a different roll. No one would know it had been him in those caves, no wolves would find out his secret and he was prepairdd to take out his cohort to keep it that way should he find out. No, his lust for wolves blood would be his own bitter sweet secret.
He'd been gone for a few days prior to tge attack and had no clue of Inna's wanderings and how she'd been taken from him. They were lucky too, in this state of mind ge could easily switch back and revert to the monster he easily hid behind a mask, it is as he crosses the others path that he licks the last residual blood from his lips as they lift in a silent snarl, he is careful to check himself... he doesn't need to slip up on his own packland, but the scent wasn't familiar so with care he moves forward on silent paws.
He seats himself some yards behind the younger male, a soft cough given to attract the others attention as he sits in a position that foreins a high rank "welcome," he speaks with a gravelly voice his nares flare a few times but other than that he is appearing rather calm. Serial killers tend to do that from time to time, "you have come looking for a home, yes?" he can smell many scents on the other white wolf. He can't say he trusts easily specially one so white as this one, in his demented mind white means Diveen and Diveen means Angel. And Dieloch hates them... if only he knew his own brother had done the deed he might have felt less distructive towards them, but the unknown makes him link his fathers death to them. Its not like the cards hadn't been stacked against them, they had after all tried to take Covet to court... so when he hadn't showed up they must have sent their assassins to deal with him. How else could it have gone down?
"talks like this"
dieloch | male | no bond | no woman | no home
of covet x fathom | spawned | littermate to boleyn, half sibling to iscariot & melek
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