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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A SLEEPLESS malice as black as the oncoming wall of night
So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.


Quiet.

That is what Underidge seeks. He moves away from the den that now houses Paravana and pups that were growing too large. Umbra had seemed to follow his way more ardently than Matianak and he favored her for it. There was something sly and beautiful about Umbra that was reminiscent of Paravana so perhaps it was an unfair advantage. Not that Underidge was known particularly for fairness.

The growth of the pups meant less space to stretch and what once the ghostly wolf hadn't thought about now irked him. Oft times he thought about chasing them from the den with his teeth embedded in their haunches. They were growing and he could no longer see them as wiggling pups waiting a lesson but more as adult wolves; their threat to him grew but it was tamped by their gender. Not to mention their mother. She was, above all, the thing he most craved.

Other than the dark secret that gathers like clouds in the back of his mind often. A flashing face that haunts him and the distant snarls of two pups fighting. Soon. Soon he would rid the world of those abominations.

The sky is slate gray and clouds hang low. It is eerily silent out despite the constant background of the ocean and the cliffs. The silence before a large snowstorm. He strides across Glorall with his uneven gait, head slung low between his shoulders and teeth gnashing. A burning sensation has begun to grow within him. The Shade has begun to awaken once more and soon he would be called to cull.

Underidge awaited it with eagerness.

Yet somehow he knew.. he sensed... a displacement. The air moved wrong, the world smelled off, the ground tilted a bit too much. Whatever it was, it drove the silver and shadow beast towards a familiar area of Glorall. The only place besides his den and the glade where Sarabi had bedded down permanently (not that he made himself known there) that the Thorn had ever really visited.

"Eden."

The words slide from his mouth a hiss and a sudden stop and he waits, silver eyes gleaming.



UNDERIDGE
EIGHT - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (IIII)


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