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 bit of powder, a bit of poison: eden
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It had been a hard spring for her. The birth of those pups had left her body wanting for something and she had done what was necessary to survive, picking her weak self up off the forest floor and hunting in spurts that left her exhausted. It was a consolation that the children were gone and she did not have to waste precious resources on raising them lest she be left to rot. Curiosity drove her to the border of the moors on late afternoon and she has scented the wind, wondering if the eager young girl had truly done as she had asked. The squeaking of pups and their scent assuaged some deeper maternal instinct to make sure they survived. With her blood they could conquer. Their father was a King as well, powerful and sleek, and their mating had been a furious endeavor with snarls and a constant battle of wills.

But she turned and left them to their fate.

The world was an unforgiving place. They would either grow and be strong or die from weakness. It was no longer her concern. Instead she had taken to regaining her own health and while she remained a bit pinched in the face, her figure having already been willowy enough, she was much stronger now. So she stalked the lands of Molodian in search of her quarry. Her brother had been described as silver and perhaps black but it was all so vague and so frustrating. She knew his name yet heard none speak it. Knew his heritage and yet knew nothing of it.

The chase was quickly becoming a farce. Yet she draws nearer and nearer the waterfront pack and watches from the brush as they go about their lives. She spotted one male with silver tipped fur and black beneath but he seemed so odd, so out of place, she wondered if he truly could be the one she searched for. Then she spied another wolf - health clung to him like a blanket with his fine figure and strong pace. He smelled of Kingship and his puissance drew her inward. She moves with careless abandon, confidence projected with each step, and she follows him further inward at a distance before she makes her move.

Arace is tall with long legs that easily can eat up the ground. While she has a slender seeming build muscle is packed within her chest and hips, proof of her life and strength, and she fears none. Not even a King when she is a trespasser. She circled around him, tapered muzzle held high. "Silver, silver everywhere, can you tell me who is in your lair?" Her voice is mocking but musical nonetheless, yellow eyes with white flecks turning upon Eden with keen intelligence. "You are King here, yes?"

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