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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.

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PARAVANA
Vega. Achilles. Emil. Atlas. Diveen. It was where she was born and it was where she was going now. Her mind was fuzzy, hazed over. Nothing seemed right anymore. Quite literally though, everything was a blur. It was difficult to tell where she was going, but she managed to get rather close to the Diveen border. She knew not what she would do when she got there. She only knew she had to get there. She had to find the truth, to smell the truth, to see the truth. It had been so long. So very long. She felt as if she was a pup again, scared and just wanting to go back home. There was a panic in her weakened steps as she tried in a pathetic, hurried way, to get herself to Diveen. She knew he was coming. It was like a monster stalking her in the shadows. He would always be there. Always. She knew not what to make of him right now, how to think of him, of her children. She knew that he came from behind her at some point. She knew not how long she was running, and how long it took for him to get to her. Yet she did not slow as he easily caught up to her. She was weak- physically unable to contest him in any way. Yet her mind was all 'wrong', and it refused anything but answers that she must go search for herself. His words come to her ears like oily shadows whispering in her mind. She knew he was there and yet she continued on. Where? She had to go to Diveen. Her tired face, thinned with sickness and time, did not look to him as she weakly answered with a whisper of her own. "Vega...Atlas....Achilles....Emil...Div...Diveen," she repeats the very words in her head. Her rainbow orbs do not move from their destination. They do not look upon him- and if he gets in her sight- she will look through him like a ghost. Her mind did not contemplate anything else in her feverish delusion. One could feel the hotness of her disease radiating from her pelt. It was only in this sickness though, that her mind unlocked her past. It was only now in this haze that she felt...the strangest clarity. A clarity that did not involve Underidge any longer- and she did not stop for him, did not speak beyond the words she repeated.
PARAVANA
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