Hearts of the Damned

Another season, another year. Drake sat upon the beach again, day in and day out he was here. Always here, waiting...for what? Damned would be the poor bloke if he knew. Fate was cruel to him, he had caught traces of his brothers scent and had changed course to avoid it. He knew his brother was seeking to kill him, to wipe out the Aquarion line...or corrupt them and force the rest to join him. Drake would steer clear of his brothers grasp time and time again. Spring air blew gently around him, the sand at his feet rising and falling and swirling about in small whirlwinds of dust and debris. Although it was fascinating, he doubted there would be anything that would make him happy. Except for perhaps, the beach. It was one of the main reasons he had made his home here, he adored the surf. He loved the water, and it was his only place of comfort. Perhaps because the waves gave him the touches he craved from another, swirling about his body the way he wished a significant other would do. But alas, his heart had been broken twice since coming to these lands...


The bitter memories would prickle at his already aching heart, the thoughts reopening wounds that he had thought closed, but no. Black dipped paws stepped further towards the water, bringing him halfway into the water as the breaking waves held onto him before dragging away. Aqua blue gaze stared across the ocean, wondering if there was an end to the world beyond the water. It seemed to melt into the sky, melding as one...one sky, one ocean. Did both meet at the end of the trail? Or did they split apart like many other things? Never wholly destined to be? His heart saddened, a sigh escaping his lips as he continued to stand there.