Ankyra Sound cover myself with the ashes of you

Thread title from: this song. :3

Having met what Vlad had named Bleckface (and that was what, not who), Njal had made his gradual departure from the collected group. He did not go far. It would take him time to adjust to this lifestyle - a lifestyle he had been born for, raised alongside, at least in his first years. It was a touch strange to him that his life would begin by the sea and end nearby it; a grim thought for the old man, to be sure. These were different waters from the seaside in Russia, and different too from the Swiftcurrent, from the lake at the base of his glacier - he followed the water like a lost man in a desert, apparently.

As Njal trailed across the sand, his listless steps gradually lessened in their frequency. When he came to a halt it was only about a half-hour's trek down the beach. He was surrounded by jutting rocks encrusted with barnacles, and watched when a prehistoric-looking bird coasted across the deeper ocean. Its silhouette drifted until it vanished in his periphery, and all that was left were the clouds - and the ache in his hip, which had effectively struck him down to linger among the sand and shells.