Stavanger Bay with the salt on our skin

Alright guys! We've got round one of our territory blessing thread going up. Please allow for Doe to post first and then you all can follow. You'll all have one week from today (the 17th) to get a reply in. The 17th will begin round two. @Doe, @Szymon, @Arturo, @Lagertha, @Tetsubō, @Leokadia, @Larkspur, @Fluer

 

The sun had set long before the inky brute had found himself ready to call upon his dutiful brood and beckon them toward the sea. The large titan was pleased with the preparation that had gone into the blessing of their lands, and he knew that the mystics would smile upon them. It was with this confidence that the leviathan moved from the depths of his den and set out across the beach with his muzzle pointed skyward and the sound of the waves in his ears. The moon was not new; they had missed that opportunity due to his rendezvous with Deirdre. It did not matter to the dark titan, though. The sky could paint whatever picture she wished for him – all he wanted was the breath of the sea on his nape.
 
The sand was pressed between his toes as he trekked the shore and listened to the tossing of the water against the earth. Skellige was certain that Doe would have been prepared for their ritual. The leviathan knew that she had spent a great deal of time setting up all that was required and preparing their plum whiskey for consumption. The only thing that they had waited on was the instinct of the silver-ribbed leader, and on that night it seemed as though a fire was lit in his gut.
 
When he had wandered a good distance along their territory, the russet-eyed war hound drew his muzzle inward and breathed in the heavy scent of brine. It was time. The fierce Cairn knew that there was nothing left to leave to chance. Ksenia had not been sighted again, but if she did return… he wanted to be prepared with an army at his feet.
 
Drawing his head back, the powerful figure called first for Doe to collect and bring her things to him. Once she had arrived with everything that they might need, he drew his skull backward and summoned the bodies of the Blackrock wolves. The leviathan could only hope that the waters would accept them on those lands and that they would have a successful blessing in spite of the bout of bad luck that had crossed their borders. The titan was used to acts of war and hatred, and the wolves of the Teekon Wilds would not be treated any differently if they should cross him.
 
The wind whipped against his thick coat as he awaited the arrival of his warriors and witch doctors. The sight of them would only bring him an intense satisfaction.