Stavanger Bay so haunting and captivating

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That day, the great inky titan had taken to the depths. The swell of the ocean had spoken to him and whispered promises of his past, so he had dutifully followed their sweet voices until his broad figure had been swallowed by the tumultuous waves and he had found peace beneath the surface of the water. The leviathan was proficient – to say the very least – in his natural habitat. He had grown in the swell of the sea and had known every inch of her terrible power in his youth. As he had been raised on the breath of war and changing tides, he also had been shown the way of the mystics who had looked kindly on him in the months prior. Things were falling into place, and the titan had found a strong brood to follow him into the depths of her body. Even the Fearghal had openly accepted the idea of the rituals and the blessings that would be bestowed upon the wolves of the pack. Skellige was feeling his own power once more.
 
The quiet churn of the water did well to settle his spirit, and as the brute sunk lower into the sea, he caught sight of the massive inky rock that occupied the bottom portion of the ocean. Even the liquid that surrounded it seemed to have a dark tinge, as though the rock was weeping into the depths and turning it a shade darker than it ought to have been. The black rock was a landmark for the leviathan; he sought answers from it, and had come to believe that it would lead him back to greatness. Fixing his russet vision on the looming shape that jutted from the sands like a fang beneath the water, he felt his heart increasing its beat and was forced to dart back to the surface to breathe in the brine of the air.
 
On the shore, a familiar sight caught his attention, and Skellige furrowed his brows tightly over his gaze at the shape of Arturo. It had been some time since he’d seen the diplomat, and while he was certain that the halfling was taking up his new role within their group, he had anticipated seeing more of his ally. Powerful strokes carried him back to the shore and once his wide paws had touched the sands, he felt the weight of his crown once more. Not bothering to shake the water free of his pelt, Skellige stepped toward the nautilus with an intensity rarely shown to others. “Arturo, what has made you so scarce as of late?” the titan rumbled to the male. Their time was drawing close, and the wraith knew that he would need all of his trusted ones present for the blessing of their lands and their official claim.