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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PISSIN' OUR PANTS YET? (JUDITH)
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MATURE LANGUAGE WARNING

Negan

The small creature struggled beneath the weight of my paw, and my head tilted slightly to look into its little face. Brows rose in amusement, did this tiny turtle really think it stood any chance of escaping me? I am wolf - and wolf is the top of the food chain in this world. One of the last clutches to hatch along the shores of Glorall, this squirming little sea turtle really didn't stand a chance even if it did manage to make it to the big water. So honestly, I was doing it a favor. Still, those little flippers kept digging at the sand, trying to pull away from me and continue on its way. Nearby a seagull was plucking out the innards of one of its siblings. A chuckle left my lips. "You could have it way worse, little buddy."

I lifted my paw and gestured at the bird, and without delay the little turtle scurried away from me. Piercingly pale blue eyes looked down where the turtle had been only a moment before, then flashed up to see it hastily retreating towards the water. Standing up, I shook the sand from my fur and pursued, my tail waving out behind me. "The fuck you think you're going?" My paw fell down upon the back edge of its shell, stopping its progression just short of where the waves lapped at the shore. My nostrils flared, irritated that the turtle had made a break for it when I was just trying to show him that being caught by a wolf was preferable to being pecked to death by a bird.

Little rivulets of sand began to build up behind each flipper as the hatchling continued to try to struggle its way closer to the water. Well, I had to give the little thing credit for not giving up, even if it was totally futile. A particularly strong wave sent the foaming water further up the beach, lapping over the turtle's head. Its first and last taste of the salty waters that it might have made it to if it had only hatched during the summer months when it was damn well supposed to. "Don't say I never did anything nice," I said, a sadistic grin spreading across my features before I swiftly lowered my head and ripped the turtle's head off in one clean bite. See? So much quicker and easier than having your insides pecked out by a bird while you were still alive.

God damn it, not even a year old and already proving I am one hell of a stand up guy.

boy, do i have a feeling
we're getting close
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