Wheeling Gull Isle where the wind’s like a whetted knife

short post is short. :0 gonna say he's already on wheeling gull.

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Axolotl had crossed the sandbar to the Isle the morning previous in a desire to explore the Isle that awaited beyond the sea lion shore. The leviathan drew in a deep breath of the tangy, salty brine, closing glacial eyes as it whips against his fur. He prowls the shore of the Isle even as the rain begins to fall. The Atlanian senses the unease of Atlan as they roil and seethe beneath it’s frothy surface. The surface is not raised but with his attention to the vast of Atlan’s domain his hackles bristle with siphoned unease. The fog that creeps upon the waves is sinister. It obscures him, swallowing him whole as it creeps onto the shore of the Isle like pestilence, thick and heavy. He paces with anxiety in each heavy footfall, unsettled by the ill omen. Atlan’s fury is brewing and They are about to unleash something unholy upon the coast. He does not know what but he senses it is coming and turns from the sea heading towards the middle of the Isle instinct telling him that he needs to find shelter to weather it.

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