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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Posted on November 1, 2017 at 12:36:53 PM by Underidge

It was HER. Yet it was different. Underidge was a creature driven by instinct, his whole body attuned to the will of things outside and within. The Shade that slumbers within the very marrow of his bones awakens, stirs for a moment at the sudden influx of feeling before slumbering once more. This intense burning that had driven him suddenly explodes into flames as his eerie silver eyes latch on to her own golden ones. She is not the same as the one he had hunted in Asteraia yet she is, to an extent. Fate was a rather odd thing. He remembers the skittish girl from years ago who he had seen once then dismissed, the burning having been distracted by things other than her. Paravana, for instance. But his mate was gone and he was left with two pups to raise, a sister, and two abominations. What a pickle.

Yet fate threw another curveball and he snarls at it because his urge is to dominate by sheer force. To stride up to this female and demand she submit, to follow him and his cause, but the thing that saves Kamala from this intense possessiveness is her scent. Not just HER scent but the nuance of it - of her lineage. His growl falls silent as he suddenly pads towards her, head between his shoulders, his jolting walk holding only sway and bounce and no grace. His nose flares open, eyes searching her, and he realizes why she is so familiar.

She is a daughter of Eden.

It stops him in his tracks a few feet from her, staring at her while his brain furiously roars. He wants to dominate but he cannot because Eden is the thing he follows and to do so would incite his anger. “Who are you?” The words are ground out between clenched teeth while the beast tried to keep himself in check, a feat of will power for one such as him. Eden was his North Star, his guiding light, and he was a weapon to be wielded. This situation was far from ideal and yet his body craves her nearness in a way that is... foreign to him. Then again, each new hand of fate is different than the last and it seems it was no longer in Unders favor.

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