Stavanger Bay Clearest blue

The child still shrunk away from him as he drew near to her, but it did not bring him a sense of displeasure. The brute had grown accustomed to those outside of his brood and their numerous reactions to the sheer size and the vicious appearance of his ink-cloaked figure. Skellige was not a creature that inspired beautiful words or gazes of longing. It would be time before the pup would accept him, and while he was a master in the art of war and confrontation, the inky titan did not know how he was to go about winning the girl’s trust or her heart. The sea had provided him with a task that was sure to test his spirits and his patience.
 
His dark eyes watched her intently as she made herself hover over the earth in a half-seated position. His expression did not falter or change, but remained as it always did: savage. Though he had done well at gathering his troops and preparing them for their claim, and while he had succeeded in taking the land that he had intended to… the leviathan was not a man who had been destined to care for children. Nevertheless, he would not allow another wolf in the depths approach this girl until she was ready to be integrated into their society.
 
Sharkbait scarfed the fish that he had provided for her, and he looked on with a slight twitch of his dark lips in pleasure. The ocean waters had held her for long enough – it was no surprise that she should need to hydrate and sustain herself. Once she had finished the meal, Skellige eyed the skeletal frame of the prey once before her question struck his lengthy ears.
 
“Daddy?”
 
The russet of his vision swiftly fell on her and he thinned his lips until he thought they might seal. It was the moment that he knew would come, but had not thought it would fall on him so soon. Pulling his gaze from her and tossing it in the direction of the lapping waters, Skellige looked to his great mystics for an answer to this pup. If he were to lie to her, the level of trust would fade and he would find himself regretting the many poor decisions that he had made. If he told her the truth – that she was a captive in his lands and that she belonged to him – he knew that she would turn from their shores and never return, even if it meant risking her own safety. The titan walked a thin line for a moment.
 
“What do you think?” he asked her in a rumbling voice, for he did not imagine that she would have inquired if she did not feel some sort of bond with him. Realizing that she might not want to play word games so soon after having found her sea legs, the wraith blinked once and swiveled a single ear to the side. “I am… now – now that the sea has spoken of your worthiness. I am Skellige Cairn, the Leviathan over these lands,” the ink-cloaked man explained to her. He was certain that there would be question on his rank or their lands, and possibly even the customs of the sea, but the silver-ribbed war hound was prepared to answer all of them.