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 March 10, 2017 at 01:54:30 PM by UNDERIDGE

Failure.

It is a taste uncommon to his tongue, accompanied now by a burning pain and pleasure. The pain is a more expected feeling, despite how unexpected it is. The pleasure is a byproduct of the god who twists within him, gorging on the soul of its freshest victim, a bittersweet glutton since her soul was one of his supporters turned rogue. The Shade does not suffer weakness and it lazily coils talons of fire into the marrow of Underidge, semi furious with his hesitation, his struggle. He had overcome it in the end but now he walked in a sort of slumped manner unlike his usual gait. The foul taste of her blood coats his mouth and he has refused this last day to drink, to wash it from his fur. It stains his lips, his chin, flecks dot beneath his silver eyes, their craze shining as he ambles in shambles, a creature lost and untethered.

It doesn't not compute at first where his wide claws take him. Or that the shadow of his daughter lingers in the distance, perhaps sensing that her presence would be unwelcome to the beast. She and her sister are all that is left of his mate. He had loved Paravana in a way that was odd but love nonetheless and his mind cannot comprehend at first that she is gone. That he cannot demand her to rise and obey. He hates her for that- for the fever that consumed her mind and made her a loss. For the Shade that demanded she be culled. For his own anger and desperation that finished her.

The den of Eden comes into focus, the scent of his King burning away the haze of his mind, but he still looks mad. A lunatic, a Thorn plucked! The silver touched face of Eden can be seen and the ghost beast faces him with a look of wildness. "I failed." The words are hissed angrily. "Aranck is dead." Some measly child had killed him. "She is dead too," he says, and there is a break in his voice, a catch of fury and something broken and feral. It can be seen in the gnashing of teeth, the frothing of mouth and dried blood as he spins, pacing erratically. "Ripped, dead. GONE!" The last word is a shout as he spins back around and stares at Eden as if he can fix it. Fix him. "What is to be done?" He needs order, guidance, a purpose, for he has failed and is adrift.

(The para thread is about to culminate in her death with Emil finding her in her last breathes btw so more Diveen and Glorall tension bahaha but this is after her death)

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