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 May 17, 2017 at 12:56:01 PM by Blackthorne

The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs is interrupted. Lifting his head from his lounged position he cocks an ear, charcoal eyes glistening. So he was being hailed. There were plenty that new of him for Thorne made his presence known to those he conversed with but otherwise he was as much a ghost as his father. It was interesting to learn that his father was a perennial shadow amongst Glorall. Few knew of him and even Eden did not seem as knowledgeable about Underidge as others. Perhaps their.. friendship... lent his father a sort of reprieve from personal matters but at the same time Thorne assumed Eden was a tad neglectful of those things. Or simply playing his own game. There were many different variations in the mind of Blackthorne as to the workings of the alpha but his own attentions were more turned towards his own aspirations. He planned and plotted, his machinations taking up plenty of energy and time although he shared them not. They were to be jealously hoarded and protected lest they be spoiled.

Curiosity is what drives him and a languid interest in his own power as he rises and prowls down a winding path from the cliffs. It takes some time for Thorne is not of the inclination to hurry for anyone save himself and part of him gets a satisfaction of making another wait. He was in charge even if they do not know. When finally he grows closer towards the area Thorne's steps become stealthy and slow, yet when he spies the dark wolf waiting he steps forward boldly. His tail arches high in dominance and he lifts his head, eyes trailing mysteriously across Thor as if sizing him. For a beat he lets silence reign and then in an extremely smooth, suave voice, speaks. "What sort of wolf are you to call for me?" There are layers to his words, questions to his layers. Who was Thor, why would he call him, what did he NEED. But he makes it clear by his position and his voice that he is not inclined to offer submissiveness to this wolf. That he will not be an eager apprentice that Thor likely thinks he has been led to. Eden did not mention such a thing to Blackthorne and rightly so for he would have curled his lip and dismissed such a thing. His aspiration was not for apprentice nor even some base rank. No, he aimed higher.

The highest.


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