Cerulean Cape a shard of god in my mouth

for @Zilliken || a wild thread appears!

brisbane, true to his recently adopted vagabond ways, doesn't like to stay in one place too long. he'd once imagined spending his entire life in blackshark bay ...in leading it but there'd have been something easy about usurping uluru, it's current alpha. perhaps, because, uluru had seen it coming and the truth was brisbane reveled in a challenge. there was nothing satisfying about taking a throne from a beast whose paranoia grew with each passing day that prophecy would come to pass.

brisbane'd lingered on wheeling gull isle to ensure that the woman he'd healed there would be alright on her own before he left, following the sandbar as the tide receded, leading him back to the main land. he chose east from there, following the twisting beach and admiring the crystal clear water the cape had to offer. in a way, it reminds him of home and as the morning sun rises in the horizon brisbane's steps are leisurely and unhurried.