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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Do not go gentle into that good night: zharko and eden
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Posted on September 15, 2017 at 01:18:57 PM by Blackthorne

Calm and obedient. It is both what he desired and despised, a juxtaposition to what he craves in life. Control and chaos. Fury and obeisance. Still, Zharko had loyal served him thus far in life even if the sting of the bite across his neck makes his ears flatten and his silver cowlick rise in remembered fury. The slash across Zharko's face was well deserved, his beserker side coming to the for when Thorne had casually mentioned that his sister seemed to have 'vacated' the confines of Glorall. Well, he had to tell Zharko anyways because he could fairly see the excitement the other kept well hidden at being reunited with his sister. Those sly charcoal eyes flick to the indifferent visage of the silver boy, knowing that on the inside he is broiling, that he is FURIOUS. He doesn't know, of course, just WHY Zafira left and for now Thorne holds such cards to his chest with the slightest fanged grin given in response. Their fight had ended with him the victor and he thrilled in such dominance, smelling the taint of blood in his Commander and knowing HE had put that there. For now. The hushed violence of Zharko could not always be contained so he had given him an outlet for training his sister.

They weave their way into Glorall with a dismissive flick of Thorne's ear, his path cutting across well used paths until he catches the scent of the King. A curl of lip is given as the only outward response, the pair walking in silence. Did Zharko brim with questions? With the need to hunt her scent? Yet Thorne moves with calculated precision, a test of Zharko's patience - did his loyalties lie with HIM or with that puny girl? He knew which the silver one better pick, if he knew what was good for him. Thus he brings his spy into Glorall and heads straight across the rocky shoreline onto softer sands until he spies Eden. Glorious Eden... or so Underidge thought. But would he soon, when the truth was unveiled and the damage suspected?

He stops stiffly near the King, offering no show of dominance but neither submission because it is a sheer effort of will not to challenge him. It is his nature and he has to learn to be... different. For a time. Thor, at least, taught him a little.

"Eden," he says, his voice surprisingly smooth and cultured. Age was settling well with him. "I bring you Zharko. I found him scuffling with others in the freelands but he is the son of Aranck so that is to be expected." His eyes pin upon Eden to see his reaction - after all, Underidge was tasked with killing Aranck and failed and Thorne had killed a child of Aranck. Now he brought him another. "He seems a decent fighter," he adds thoughtfully. "And he mentioned having a sister here." A curl of a brow, knowing Zharko likely was burning beneath the words. Oh, he enjoyed testing his patience and fury. "I don't know who the girl is but would you know where she might be?" Not that anyone KNEW that HE had chased the whelp from the shores. No, that was information best kept contained. For now.

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