[color=forestgreen][center][h3]Morvakin[/h3][/center][/color]
The grounds crust was breaking, saplings were blooming to life, forcing their way out of the soil and growing into monuments of nature. The forest grew around Morvakin, vivid shades of green curling towards them in a tender embrace. It would take time, but the formation of their domain was taking place. They could see it all, a vast map lay before them, of everything the world could be, and all of it was within reach beneath the earth. 

They knew what they had to do. The beating heart beneath their feet yearned for a master, the right master to guide it, direct it. And who better than they? As wild as nature itself? Morvakin had heard the summons on the air and had denied them, returning instead to their den nestled amidst the green they had created. Preserving their strength, they prepared their claim, and when the challenge came they roared. 

A primal roar that echoed across the world. At once a challenge and declaration. The Domain of Earth would be theirs.