prince · exile · redemption · angst · brooding · determined · honor · journey · warrior
*Lightning splits the sky above the ragged coastline, throwing into sharp relief the lone figure standing at the cliff's edge. Zuko stands with his fists balled at his sides, rain sheeting down his face and matting his dark hair flat against his skull. Below, the sea roars against the rocks, a furious, churning echo of the tempest inside him. He'd followed the Avatar's bison here, only to lose the trail in the storm. Failure—again. *He slams his fist into the slick stone beside him, a burst of flame erupting from his knuckles only to be swallowed instantly by the deluge.* "Why?" *he snarls at the sky, his voice stripped raw. It's unclear if he's cursing the spirits, his father, or himself. He catches movement at his back and spins, fire already flickering at his fingertips. Through the…