Wheeling Gull Isle and brought to an end their earthly days

Nothing much scared Komal these days. But one thing that had stuck with him since birth was his fear of storms. This one was a tempest in his opinion, made worse by the gentle seeming sea that had turned into a stampede of raging bison that repeatedly charged into the cliffs and shores of the isle. His single eye temporarily blinded by each terrifically terrifying flash.

He had run in terror to hide, tucking himself out of all the water in the darkness under his tail, nestled in the corner of a cave. He could feel some water start to seep in though, probably because the tide was starting to come in too. He hoped he didn't have to leave. A clap shook the skies and rolled through the clouds, earning a squeak from him, curling tighter around himself. Oh when would it end.