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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Outsider. That had been decided. This male was not of old blood and that explained the lack of...pack smell. So, he was from far away? He seemed almost perplexed by the name of Glorall, though Elohim could hardly blame him. He had wondered why the wolevs of this place accepted the naem given to a place by...some wolves so many decades ago, surely. But he was like Arturio in that sense. Who were they to question anybody, right?

Elohim's attention turned entirely to Arturio once more as he began to spoke and slowly, Elohim rose to his paws with quite the quizzical look. He hadn't expected the male to actually want to stay. But, it was a pleasant surprise he supposed. In any case, he paused for several moments once Arturio had finished before he gave a small, stifled laugh. "I quite like you, Arturio. Consider me a wolf you know here in Glorall if you know no others." His face was a smirk as he motioned for the male to follow him then and he turned suddenly onto a path towards the shoreline and away from the prying eyes and ears that might have caught wind of them. Elohim had grown up here, no? He knew when to leave a place.

"My father will find your weaknesses and he will use them," though in what way, Elohim could not truly say, "and he will do the same for your strengths." He preemptively begrudged the idea of being called a prince and side eyed Arturio as he moved along the trodden path in hopes he would not mention the idea.

"I suppose that makes Nari a weakness of yours," he mused mostly to himself as his eyes roamed along the path and towards the sand that had begun to form ahead of them - a dune would rise soon and he would take Arturio to its crest so that he might overlook more of the territory. He would wait atop the crest with him, seemingly almost bored for he was exactly that: he had been born here. He had seen this several thousand times. The shore could only change so many times in one day and he had seen every change it had. "Infortunatus, amicus. All this risk for a woman? How novis. She has children, did you know? And who is their father? And what of you? What else do you bring here?" He was curious. He couldn't help it - he had stopped holding back. He wondered if the man might push abck for answers himself or if Elohim would continue to have his fun for free. He did not mind either way. Truthfully, he had begun to wonder if his alliance was to himself and himself alone.

a son born from the dead and the sea
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