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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A SLEEPLESS malice as black as the oncoming wall of night
So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.


It is a struggle. The silver-tipped beast has not went against his instincts for many, many moons despite following the Fortitude. Their machinations had never exactly aligned but never before had they been opposites. Eden had given purpose to his life yet Underidge was also guided by his own deity. It was a struggle to maintain the two now, as the Shade increasingly demanded more and more, leeching the very marrow from his bones. Underidge had become more lean, more skeletal in the past few moons since Paravana's death. His scraggly fur had grown more unkempt, littered with matting and burrs. Now it was stained with mud, saliva, and blood. And the male who had made it happen stood before him.

Eden.

His King and obsession. Once he might have stood repentant with nothing else to clog his maniacal mind but now he fights the urge to twist his ears back. Back to the thread that binds him and Kamala. She had been distraught and he could still feel it, much stronger than any imprint he had ever had before her. The Shade, Eden, Kamala - it felt as if his body was being torn apart in three distinct directions but he had no clue in which to follow.

Underidge's movements are stiff and full of splintering pain each time a muscle stretches against the holes from bite wounds. Still, he does not whimper, but he does pant. It seems that he follows Eden forever. Silence stretches, his focus splintered, but finally the Thorn of Glorall speaks. "Is this enough?" He means his punishment. His voice is almost toneless, despite his panting, though he feels a sense of shame at the disappointment from Eden. He had failed him and had known it and kept it a secret. A liar, a filthy liar that made him.

"I am your Thorn." These words are quieter than the last, filled with a sort of naked yearning and pain as he tucks his head down, ears back, both the picture of struggle and ferocity. It is his admission of servitude, his question of whether he still was needed. Wanted.

UNDERIDGE
EIGHT - MALE - NO HEART - STARSHADE'S SOUL
OF GLORALL - ENDERLY X BANSHEE - KILL COUNT (IIII)


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