Sharks Are Majestic Creatures

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This work contains graphic depictions of death, violence, and suicide. If any of these topics upset you, continue at your own risk.
"The man walked the dry, barren earth alone. From the dirt-huts in the midwest he came from and to the east he was headed, possessing nothing but a satchel with sustenance, personal belongings, and a cloak to cover his worn face as he walked the lonely path under the cover of night.
As the sun rose he plopped himself down against a tree, exhaustion taking him off to sleep.
"And that over there will be Aether," Chief had said to him. He did not know the man by any other name; simply his title. "He is a newcomer here. Prince of the Water Tribe. It would do the Wind Tribe well for you and him to form an alliance.
The man kept his gaze on Aether; he was a tall and muscular man of olive skin, his long, dark hair tied back into a ponytail. The man pondered Aether for a bit before settling on the best way to describe him.
"Pretty." "