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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They say pretty hurts : Matianak
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Posted on February 6, 2018 at 06:54:15 PM by Natiya

The whole situation with Underidge had left Natiya with a distinctly unsettled edge about her. The female who had rushed to his side, clearly someone close to Eden, accusing him of things. Eden, his face reminding her of Blackthorne's on the verge of a temper. Viper-like, with fangs ready to strike. She had came across an asp once while meandering the meadow near the den she had shared here with Blackthorne. She remembered the way it had coiled back, pointed snout opening to reveal glistening fangs and dripping venom. It had been wise then to retreat and it was wise now. Whatever was going on was no business of hers but that didn't mean she ignored it. She filed it away because she had begun to realize that knowledge was just as important to her brother as actions.

It is why she does not abandon Glorall. She merely heads north along the border, staying just on the outside, not wishing to intrude and have something wicked befall her. Whatever business the Darkbringer had with Eden meant she should not cause any issues or ripples. Her brother had meticulous plans and far be it for her to ruin them with her ignorance. Delicate paws pad across the plush spring earth. The familiar scent of Glorall is not as calming as it had once been: here she had been a prisoner of sorts. In Iromar she was free. Blackthorne trusted her there. He gave her a rank. Here was a place she had to hide.

But she would not hide today. There is no doubt in her head that Matianak would be lurking around nearby having heard her summons for Eden. While she didn't understand the workings of her or her brother, she had never had any issues with Mat. Natiya finally pauses near a babbling brook, sitting primly at the edge of it which almost ran parallel with the border, as chaotic as it was, and waited. It wasn't long before she saw movement, scented her sister. Owl eyes blink as Matianak appears, head tilting slowly and a dip in her jaw given as deference to Mat. Hierarchy was a staunch thing in her mind. Blackthorne ruled supreme, as did males, but in the world of females she could pick and choose who was above and who was below. Matianak was above.

"Sister," she says, her lyrical voice merging with the brook to sound sweet and crisp. "I smelled you in Iromar recently but you are here. Do you not wish to join us there?" There is curiosity, innocent almost, in her voice, nothing like the games of Thorne.

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