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 February 7, 2018 at 08:34:28 PM by Underidge

Forward he looks. Ever forward, ever stationed to revolve around the sun that is Eden. Despite the groaning in his bones, the burning in his lacerations, the scent of blood and dried saliva from those acolyte's of Blackthorne. The only thing that could fully remove his attention might be the imprint at his side. With the last one he had never felt much. It was a snap, then done, that was all, but with Kamala, perhaps it is their close proximity in Glorall, but he can feel the disgust that roils up within her. It made his toes flex, claws digging into the earth, his growl prolonged while he tries not to move much else. He does not wish to disappoint Eden even more than he already has. That his abomination of a son was allowed the defamation of his character meant that Eden was entirely furious with him.

Still, it is a struggle. He can feel Kamala restrain herself from moving up to his side. Her voice is aghast, completely taken aback, and his ears flick in response but his eyes never leave Eden. This is a precarious position and even the madness in him clears enough to realize that turning towards her would be a mistake. An unforgivable one.

Natiya's eyes widen in surprise at Eden. Instinctively she wants to proclaim herself devoid of the situation but she does not. What would Thorne do? It is what makes her turn then and gracefully approach her father. Underidge turns his snout towards her, the faintest rise in his lips given at her approach, but he does not move. Natiya on one side and Kamala on the other but he is frozen by the command in Eden's voice. Natiya reaches out slowly, tongue washing across a particularly deep, jagged wound at the base of his neck and chest. In response he snarls but he does not bite, does not attack, and she pulls away before turning to look at Eden with a faint bit of blood on the edge of her lips. "It tastes sour," she says almost in surprise before dipping her head respectfully at him and then turning to walk along the border headed north, intending to find her sister without having to enter Glorall. Besides, it seemed that whatever would happen next would not happen with her in such close proximity.

Silver eyes snap back to Eden as he turns his own yellow ones upon Kamala, her words having hovered in the air. My Thorn, Eden says, and Underidge's shoulders relax subtly, head lowering in deference. He is forgiven, perhaps, or at least as much as Eden could forgive. If it hurt then so be it.

Yet it is hard not to bristle as Eden's sharp words aim for Kamala. Mostly because he can feel her response, his claws digging deeper and his unease in the way he tilts almost subtly towards her. As if he would put his body between them. But he doesn't move, fighting against the bond. There is hurt there and it is strange to him. A feeling foreign and tastes more coppery on his tongue than his own bloodied mouth. She is his but she is Eden's and he is Eden's and in the end, Eden has it all. So Underidge merely dips his head lower, ears back, discomfort obvious although one might not suspect it is because he struggles to restrain himself.

"It is my punishment," he says suddenly, his jackal like voice rising and falling oddly. Eyes pin once more on Eden but his entire being is shifted to focus on Kamala near him even if he can't look. "It is deserved."

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