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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Death comes for us All. [Blackthorne]
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Summer was here. It was not her favorite season. Matianak much preferred the fall and winter. This summer was already starting poorly. It was hot, and there were not proper rains; it just all round was an awful time of year. And so she grumbled to herself, padding along the beach, minding her own business. Sometimes this would ease her frustrations, but even the sand was hot.

"URGH! Can this day get any worse!" She shouted angrily at the sky, as though her being angry at the sun and weather might make it change, though she knew it wouldn't. She mumbled again, moving nearer to the water. The waves lapped across her paws, giving a small bit of relief while washing away her paw prints in the sand. Now was a good time to plot, she decided. Everyone seemed to be avoiding the sunlight. It was an ideal time to get lost in her thoughts

She debated how she might do it. Matianak pictured it in her head. Blood pouring from her throat. A giggle escaped her. Or perhaps a broken back, broken ribs to puncture her lungs so she slowly suffocated. It sent chills down her spine. "One day," she said aloud. Yes, one day. And for now it was enough to distract her from this god awful weather.

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