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 February 2, 2017 at 07:56:36 PM by Samia

In time my heart had healed. I had been thrown in a dark place after my parents had passed but it was more self pity I suppose than anything. I felt the world too strongly, the imprint of emotions from others, and my sisters left young so I felt worry. Often I found myself climbing the cliffs to look over the trees into the horizon as if I could spy the three spritely children, the last remnants of my parents love, but I was disappointed. My Feather would grow to be large I had learned and I wondered often if she truly had. They were as much siblings as children to me and I would never forget my excitement as mother gave birth to them, the swelling of hot love within me for them. Thor had come back too recently and my world had become mostly complete, my thoughts now split between the handsome young male I had become bound to - often peeking around me in some fanciful daze in hopes he would show up - and my training to become healer.

Now that Hadrian was gone I felt the keen sting of adulthood. I missed the way he tried to train me with poisons and my hesitancy to learn, the way he called me Little Samia with a certain sort of affection. Now I have many faces that I look in the distance for with soft, caring eyes. I had heard that my sister was carrying over the winter and was resolved to visit her and the first of my nieces and nephews, my excitement at children growing.

Spring turns into summer and I find myself foraging nearby my den for dried herbs, careful to pluck and dig and place in my turtle shell. I would put them in a safer pouch in my den. A voice calls me and my ears perk - well as much as my floppy ear could. I smile brightly and bark to get his attention knowing he will come to me. He has grown so handsome and large over the years and reminds me of our father. But he will always be my brother, my Thor. "Brother! Come help me gather plants!"

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