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
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Posted on June 9, 2017 at 06:09:01 PM by Underidge

The disjointed movements of Underidge had settled a bit over time as the date of Paravana's death passed and instead he began to focus on more meaningful things such as protecting his daughters from theft. Theft in the form of wayward family members who tended to think they were THEIRS. The very thought of this Emil or the boy Atlas turning up to take his daughters made his lips twitch up and a strange growl to pierce the wooded area of Glorall. Underidge was the Thorn of the seaside pack and thus privy to information if he wished to be but he had always been tucked away. He knew some of the wolves here from a distance but they rarely saw the silver tipped male. He preferred it that way.

Today he moved towards the border, his realized fear still churning in his gut. He would kill them all if they so much as showed up here to look at what was his. It ached in an odd way to have the den so empty without his mate and yet the Shade within him was fat and pleased. She had grown weak and weakness was not to be tolerated, the god whispered, and Underidge had been forced to make a decision. To choose. So he tucked away any odd sense of guilt or sadness, so foreign to him.

Those eerie silver eyes the now onto a figure sniffing at their borders. A low, menacing growl is given as he steps from the shadows and yet they do not leave him - for each twist of his oddly shaped body opens the silver fur to flashes of darkness beneath, his god hidden in those depths. "You'll not find what you seek here unless it is teeth, foreigner," he hisses, his voice sibilant and just as disjointed as his movements, pitch rising and falling at odd moments. Why else would a wolf be sniffing the border unless they wished to spy or cause ruckus and above all things, even the Shade, he was Eden's most loyal subject.

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