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 January 13, 2016 at 02:07:49 AM by THE MOIRAI SISTERS



They wriggle and writhe, their little bodies deciding that it is time to go, time to exit their little cocoon. The first to escape is the smallest and darkest. Black with smears of white down either side of her neck. She is relieved when she hits the air, it is a swift return to heat as great pillars seem to pinch around her and move her nearer to the radiating relief of “Mother”.

Then it is the largest, curled so tightly into a ball that one had to wonder if she was the biggest at all. She is white, flecked in brown, colored like the feather of a hawks breast. She has been crunched and it takes some time for her to unravel, but her mother is not given time to dote on her as the third girl makes a break for freedom.

The third girl is the most fantastically colored, though perhaps the second was the most beautiful. She is black and tan and lined in white with mottling to her back that was not unlike brindling white in tan. She is the most lively, the most unsettled, of the girls.

They wriggle and squirm, “Fen, come help me,” they can hear. They near to the sound with eagerness. “Oh, my beautiful Natu, they are so wonderful. What shall we name them, I wonder? Three lovely daughters as brilliant and strong as their mother!” They are not as eager for his voice, but they do not squirm so much either as he comes and consoles their mother, adding to her heat with his. This is “Father”, they think, the voice through the great shell wall they had just left.



the moirai sisters; born of fenrir x natu
females | newborns | 30, 35, 32 inches | 125, 150, 123 pounds | glorall




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