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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Sarabi






Although it was her challenge, her paws forbid her to stand still. Desire and longing over powering the hate and that made the rage boil under the surface. “You would leave a piece of yourself? You distance yourself from me and the children you sired. You smell of someone who doesn’t belong, you are mine as much as I am yours.” She growled echoing her anger and frustration until she found herself beneath him and in his touch once again. It was something her mind knew was dangerous and yet her body felt that it was right right.

Sarabi hated and yet longed for this embrace, it as a need and desire all the same. She felt as he pressed against her raking teeth with a deep growl. She lick her lips and pressed herself further into him. She waited and almost anticipated his on teeth against her flesh but all that came was a tooth settled against the crown of her head rubbing ever so slightly. She had missed him more than she had hated him and yet it was because of his blood her son grew more like him. Without Underidge by her side the child was growing more difficult to control. It didn’t however take her by surprise whenever he wished to see their children and she sighed softly into his fur.

Before she called out to her children she could already hear her sons voice and it caused her to bare her fangs whilst pressed against her comfort and tormenter. She wished to force her son into the earth by his ruff but remained unmoved as he asked for their names. Natiya, you daughter who clings to your pelt. Blackthorne, your son whom clings to my pelt. She stated never casting her gaze to her children only moving softly against Underidge washing him in her scent desperate to expunge any others that clung to him. She had no desire to allow his abandonment once again.

“Stay with me.” It was almost a plea just for his ears but her whine was audible as she licked his muzzle and down his throat stepping aside only to rejoin against his side, pressing and intermingling her fur into his. She was marking him as her own once again but falling into place by his shoulder. He wished to see their children she would permit it and allow him to do as he pleased. Perhaps he could show their son his place in this world. She did not like his defiance and it rubbed her like she could only imagine it enraged Underidge seasons ago.

Years 7
Kingdom
White Knight
Prince Charming
For Ayita, <3 Ezzy


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