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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The seaside is empty of the king. Underidge had watched from the shadows as Eden had slipped out of Glorall with the intent to head towards the social gathering in Taviora. The silver male had considered following if only because Eden was the only thing besides Umbra and Matianak that had kept him semi sane. There is a restless energy about him since the death of Paravana. The Shade had demanded it and in the end, Underidge had caved to it and to his own fury, sacrificing the one thing that he could have possibly, maybe, loved. Such a word has never left his muzzle and never would for he did not feel like others. His devotion was for his King and his God, two entities that this far had not went against one another.

Yet he had seen that wicked wretch of a son trailing behind Eden as well, at a distance still, and his sharp ears had pressed back into his skull. If he left Glorall it was likely he would kill his bastard child, the boys taunting words having reminded him of that of his own fathers. Perhaps it was the destiny of their bloodline for fathers to hate their sons and vice versa. Whatever the case, the darkness within him did not jive with Blackthorne.

Besides, something else kept him here. A growing intensity in his bones that had begun to direct his steps. Underidge was not a handsome fellow. His fur was unkempt and matted in many places, the silver parting in his jackal-like walk to reveal an writhing darkness beneath, pressed flush with his skin. Eerie silver eyes look at the world with veiled malice and extreme disinterest. The heat of summer was infuriating - he hated it, just as he hated the cold of winter. Never satisfied, never sated. And he aches. The Shade had been stirring ever more in the last season, demanding its soul to eat, but he had not obliged for he held a secret that was likely the only thing that could perturb him. Because if Eden turned against him then what would be left?

The calling in his blood drives him despite the vicious assault within him, a painful manifestation that left his claws digging into the earth as he walks and random snaps at the air. The Shade would not be appeased until he obeyed but he could not... not yet. Besides, this very burning is what had driven him to Asteraia beneath the cloak of darkness and he was confused why it was here now. Until he breaches the clearing and sees HER.

Until that burning intensified with a sudden snap that ends in a long growl from his lips, his eyes locked on to her, body poised to dominant, fight, or merely threaten.

His imprint.

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