The night-shadows were still and silky across the sands as the titan made his way to the furthest border in the farthest corner of his kingdom. He chose the night for its obvious reprieve from the sun’s roaring daytime glare and this particular part of his dominion for its privacy. Although he has had more than a year to work on his godly granted gift – an undertaking like this was both apt to fail at first attempt and likely to seriously test his strength considerably.
It takes him awhile by foot to reach the Oceanside, choosing to walk rather than use any extra effort flying there. His nostrils flare at the invigorating saltiness that slipped on his tongue as he inhaled the breeze – he will remind himself to come back again soon and visit the frothing sea. Perhaps when he comes back to tear the wall down.
Vanquish ventures to an area where the Deserts’ sand gives way to scattered sea-grasses and dips his heavy head to blow into the ground before his front hooves. Within a few minutes a ten-foot slice of bedrock began rising, slowly at first but then gaining momentum as it climbed higher – higher than his hip, higher than his shoulder, higher than the tips of his ears. The small section of the wall kept ascending until it was almost as tall as the highest bought in his Great Oak, thirty feet – give or take a few branches.
A sheen of sweat had begun to slicken his black skin like oil and after the first panel had fully risen and stayed aloft, he rested awhile. A fat patch of cactus fruit would smash beautifully between his teeth and wet his dry tongue right about now – he would have to ask Noori to spread his gardens further. The Nightwalker would work on his wall dutifully, until it rimmed the expanse of his vast kingdom and left them with one entryway – at least for the time being.
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vanquish
black king of the deserts
ooc- he's just moseying around, building his wall and such. feel free.