Darkness, the first thing anything really sees when they first awake, it is a special type of panic one finds when they have returned to the land of the waking, to see nothing but a sea of black. Paranoia, even for a split second sets in as the terrible sight of the unknown sets in. Forgetting for a moment that they must first open their eyes. For a creature as old and has slept for so long as Garbak however, it is an entirely different paranoia. Instead of fearing what they do not know after being torn from the land of dreams, they fear if they are trapped inside of it. If the nothingness that they see is death and that they are never going to wake from this nightmare. Even still, Garbak has an unique fear even to those. The fear that he is not dead, and that he must return to this world that he loathes once again.
The cracking of the earth, stir of the soil, snapping of trees, it was a type of morning routine for him. His feet pushing himself off the ground, forcing the ground around him to make way as he forces his body out of the darkness of his shell, no longer able to pretend to be a mountain. Spikes of the earth coming off his massive shell, his head emerging from his body of bedrock. a yawn escaping his massive lungs, coming out as a roar for anything in the area to hear. Rock, soil and plant life that had piled for hundreds of years just falling apart off of his body as if it was nothing to him. Garbak looked around at the landscape and how it had adjusted so slightly since the last time he had laid his head and became a sleeping spectator of the earth. Another roar would escape his body a few moments after this first, this time however it was not a yawn, it was his apatite. The Dragon-Turtle was Hungry.
Most dragons take nourishment from the souls or flesh of the living, Plants, animals, mortals, even immortals should the dragon get lucky enough. Garbak however was not most dragons, he required to be filled with the guts of the earth, minerals from soil and stone. In this way, he was surrounded at all sides with what he needed to feast his full. In hopes he may consume enough to go to sleep before he is found out. As should anyone find him out here, eating his dish the hunt would be sure to be on, and he would have to deal with riders, mortals, and whomever would come to see him not get to sleep. Garbak hated that, and so would immediately get to work on a nearby cliff, his enormous beak chomping down on the side of the cliff, boulders and chips of rock falling off, collapsing as Garbak would greedily take bite after bite out of it. The noise being made would be easily enough to attract anyone in the area, if they were interested in the the noise at all, of coarse.