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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I shall look down from on high: reaver/enya
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Posted on December 28, 2016 at 01:23:57 PM by Ravenna

Now I understood.

I understood the way my mother's eyes had glazed over when my father had choked and died before her. I understood the raw depth of her pain and the fury in her loss. I'm not sure she felt that though, the fury. Such a feeling went against her very nature. To the core Mistletoe had been kindness and understanding. I was more my dads child in regards to my gruff attitude and boldness. My healing capabilities I credited to my mothers instinct for caregiving. I was an odd juxtaposition of things - rude and a savior. Loving but hard.

I had loved Grayson.

We never really cemented our relationship. For the longest time his presence was just enough for me. It calmed me and he soothed my ruffled fur more than once. It was a quiet sort of claiming. I am thankful now that I had never felt the deep twist of an imprint. Because what I felt the day I found his corpse, ravaged and torn, obliterated all within me. Happiness had been sucked from me in an instant and I had crumbled beside him and wept. I had howled and snarled my grief, cursing the gods and fate and whoever had completed the vile act. They had not only taken him from me but they had taken the last thing that was mine: his heart.

I had told Daenerys because I recognized, in my grief, that she had to be told. It had been done in a dazed tone, my eyes never really settling on her, my body trembling from this emotion. Then I had turned and begun a slow trek to Glorall. The mountains were no longer my home - I had chosen to go there and so I felt a sting of guilt. Maybe if we had just stayed away Grayson wouldn't be dead - but no, he had died not in the mountains but in the wild lands. I couldn't blame myself.

So I blamed him.

How dare he leave the safety of our area on three legs? Hadn't I yelled at him enough? He had saved my sister before and lost a leg and now I blamed her. If she was here I would eat her alive... or maybe weep into her shoulder. I don't even realize that I've picked up the scent of another sister. Enya.

She had gone feral and Levi had accused her of killing their father. For a moment I falter... had it been true? I felt ashamed to only now question it but it is quickly swamped by my need for interaction. For something to help ease this burning and pinching feeling within. As I near a den I sniff the air but I am still out of it, not paying attention.

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