wet mug. as opposed to a dry mug

the best one yet

so this vampire was a younger brother? i think? and his job for his noble family was to protect his brother at all costs. and he made many enemies with other vampiric families human nobles. but one day, he is kidnapped and shoved basically in a glass tube and dumped in the ocean. the metal and glass used made it so he like couldn't escape? and there was a spell put on the tube so he couldn't use magic. but oh boy, thousands of years pass and he breaks free.
im very proud of it, though some bits are a bit jarring ig
also the "Wit" thing was completely stolen from this book series im reading.

As the sun was setting and the light faded, a figure crawled out of the sea and onto the sand. His clothes stuck to his emaciated body as he knelt on his hands and knees to cough up water. His hair hung over his grey face, dripping onto the sand. He scrambled away from the gentle tide licking at his black shoes, despite his exhaustion. When he stood and took in the scenery, he saw two humans walking up the beach. They faced away from him. The woman held the leash attached to a large dog, and the man had his arm around her. Athenril felt the pains of starvation as their scent mingled with the smell of salt and everything else he despised. He quested towards the dog with the Wit, pressing himself against the animal's mind and commanding him to remove his owner from the beach. The dog suddenly took off, dragging the woman with him as Athenril advanced upon the light-haired man. He knew he looked like a crazed beast as he held the man to his chest and bit into his neck. The chemicals in his saliva caused the human to go lax in his arms, and it wasn't until he was dead that Athenril dropped him. Satiated and warm, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smoothed his hair back. It was getting shaggy, he noticed, and he walked up the beach to the street. He could already feel his body beginning to restore itself.Something stung his eyes and nose, and he soon surmised it was the street's smell itself. Looking at the buildings, he began to wonder how long he had been down under. They were a simple style, hardly noteworthy, but so very different from what he remembered. He stopped at the edge of a circle of light. It came from the head of a tall metal pole. He forgot the word for it, or maybe he never knew it. He didn't even know how to begin restoring his clothes. He looked up and down the street, unsure of himsef now he was free. Where should he go? What should he do? Where was he, and where was his family? Surely his work hadn't been for nothing, but he seemed to have been gone for a long time. Long enough for the style of clothes and houses to have changed, he thought. Well, there was no use standing around in wet clothes, and he had had enough time to think. He now had to account for too many unknowns, but he had work to do. He attempted to make himself presentable without much luck, but it would be enough. He didn't need his appearance to get what he wanted. He suddenly hoped he hadn't scared that dog, then abruptly dismissed the idea.