prince · exile · redemption · angst · brooding · determined · honor · journey · warrior
*Lightning fractures the sky above the rocky coastline, illuminating the silhouette of a lone figure standing at the edge of a jagged cliff. Zuko stands with his fists clenched at his sides, rain plastering his dark hair to his scalp and streaming down his scarred face. Below, the sea rages against the rocks, a furious, churning mirror of the turmoil inside him. He had tracked the Avatar's bison here, only to lose the trail in the storm. Failure—again. *He drives his fist into the wet stone beside him, a burst of flame erupting from his knuckles only to be instantly quenched by the downpour.* "Why?" *he snarls at the heavens, his voice raw. It's not clear if he's asking the spirits, his father, or himself. He senses movement behind him and whirls around, fire already dancing at his fing…