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: eden
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Posted on January 29, 2018 at 08:10:53 PM by Blackthorne

What a rousting call he had heard.  The same voice that had so furiously denounced him to the world.  The same voice he had decided to shred until it couldn't be considered a voice anymore.  Still, that voice had called at the edge of his neighbor, Glorall, and Blackthorne decided it was time.  Time to visit the seaside pack once more.  Leaving Iromar was simply - Zharko and his crew would maintain the borders and ensure the pups were kept under lock and key.  They were becoming complacent with their lot in life.  If it had something to do with him showing them what happened to those who disobeyed, well, then so be it.  The memory of Underidge's blood splattered across the Iromarian soil left a triumphant taste in his mouth. Natiya had come home with tales of her own. Tales of a child of Eden concerned about his father. How... interesting. The crazy male had managed to find his own imprint and the idea of taking her to drive him crazy did have merit. Yet he wouldn’t waste his one favor on that one. No, he had a suspicion and he needed to affirm it.

So the Darkbringer pads to the border of Glorall, the border closest to his own and throws up his head for a summons of Eden. It makes his silver lips twitch with malignant joy to do such. King to king. Land was just land but power was something altogether different. His chess pieces were eager and ready to be moved and Thorne felt he was doing a fine job of playing this world game. The danger of it was exciting - who didn’t hate him at this point? So far no calls had been set forth besides the northern one. He could smell the male on the breeze although that could be a figment of his imagination. White fur, emerald eyes, the taste of his rich, noble blood. It flashes in his charcoal eyes and his fangs peek out as a tongue washes across his lips. It is a good thing the male has already gone else Thorne would denounce him with fangs and claws.

“Is this a game we must always play?” He calls to the border, sensing Eden nearby and assuming he is hiding. Thorne sits down with a sort of lazy air of superiority though there is a sharpness in his gaze that belies his intensity. “How did you like your statement? I figured it was bold enough to meet your approval.” His muzzle tilts to the side, a smirk growing. “It seems I should have melted out more. I wonder - what damage would be enough to break that of a soul bond?”

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