Onmiddan Prepositionally Reinstating "Infinitive Thread Titles"

[drake]

Peachy cotton candy clouds held indigo linings in the early Corronian Sunset. The blazing orange reflection of the sleepy sun’s eye gently swayed with the waves of the western sea, as phantom streaks blurred the horizon. The discord subtly blended the sea and the sky, only showing vulnerability to those who searched the distance. The seaside sands rhythmically sighed as the emerald waters crested their foam, each taking their time to gently wash the shore. Drake couldn’t help but close his eyes as the tissue beneath his skin shimmered in delight of the ocean’s natural beauty. Wave after wave coursed through his being as he slowly inhaled the thick, humid atmosphere.

After years of searching and countless exiles, Drake had finally found the peace he sought. All he had known, loved, and valued all passed as the comet flew by. He used to enjoy the mountains, and the sounds of their tumbling boulders; however, now, each time he heard a great crash in the distance, he relived the terrifying earthquakes of Lornius’s supervolcano which shook each of the worlds’ continents. Never again could he enjoy Althanas’ beautiful snowfalls without feeling the thick, viscous film of his own bodily fluids coagulating in his lungs and choking him to death from Lornius’s dreaded ashfall. If only he had listened to his friends. If only he had gone underground, and waited out the storm. No, Drake had to “play the hero,” trying to save those whose doom had been written; each time he resurrected face down in the ash, only to choke, once more, out of existence- for months on end. Thankfully, the world would never know how long Drake might have remained there had Koli not found him in the outskirts of Raiaera. Eventually the winds cleared the ash from the lands into the seas, washing it all to the Southern Oceans. Rumors blew their way to the docks, as the sailors reported colossal heaps of Lornius’ ashen pumiced remains gathering around the outskirts of Istraloth’s ever-rampaging storm, nigh impassable without a large enough galleon (or dreadnought). No successful reports of running the blockade ever reached the continental islands.

Images of Koli, Drake’s vampire friend, and the masked archer- all of whom he held in such high esteem- flooded the principality’s mind upon the subvocalization of Althanas’s southernmost ring of ocean-bound mountains. Few had ever ventured to the tropical paradise and returned to regale the event, but both of Drake’s friends who had accompanied him on the journey had gone missing. Koli disappeared shortly after carrying the young sentient-nonliving being to safety; whereas, the last he had heard of his vampire friend, the suave blood-cursed humanoid had departed on a rescue mission during the calamity. None had heard from him since.

Acidic grief melted Drake’s deltoids, triceps, and cerebral vertebrae as he swam through the memory of his closest familiars. Along with every remembrance accompanied the realization of their leave. Drake closed his eyes, unable to hold back the boiling, bitter tears that bled from his eyes. Of all the years that had passed, the principality still felt as helpless as ever against the neverending tides of emotion which plagued him. He wept defeatedly as the bright yellow cream he saw underneath his eyelids slowly faded, and began to swirl with phosphoric whites, blues, and reds from his eyes’ hypnagogic machinations.

Drake opened his eyes to brilliant ghostly starlight shining down from Althanas’s beautiful full moon. The young principality heaved a chungus sigh, as the rush of grief-instituted hormones cascaded down his crown and through the tips of his toes. His entire existence began to pulse with his heartbeat, as his awareness encapsulated the wind’s sway upon the leaves in the nearby forest, the glint of the waves’s juxtaposing their crests’s foam, and the oscillating chirp of the local insects’ mating calls contrasted with the night’s thundering silence. After the emotional rush climaxed, Drake’s deaf spell broke with a solitary sopranic feline yowl in the distance of the forest.

Drake closed his eyes once more, singing an unheard disonance in his mind’s ear amidst the solitary cat.

“I know.” Drake whispered solemnly.

The shared pain left a bitter taste on Drake’s tongue, which burned an image of his vampire friend’s handsome face into his vision. He opened his eyes, unable to shake the ghostly image. Drake cast a halfhearted glance towards the forest he had trekked through so many times. But this time was different. This time, a sickly red aura radiated from the arboreal community. Trees looked like eyes. Eyes looked like fangs. Nothing about this scene reflected normalcy.

Drake’s uneasy trance was broken by a solitary husky figure, who solemnly moped out into the unveiled atmosphere. Paper white moonbeams illuminated her snowy fur, as the forest’s shadows darkened her gray collar, and shoey ankles. Inky black eyes bored through Drake’s soul, and guided him to the pits of his fresh despair. The principality closed his eyes, and submitted to the grieving fluffy large cat before she called out with a strange vocal sound. Though Drake's mind did not understand its communication, he understood the pain within the cry amidst the neon streaks which accompanied. Drake lost track of time as his mind raced. After what felt like hours, he opened his eyes, only to find the golden orbs of the forest’s animus inches from his.

The beautiful cat bared her needlelike teeth as Drake's fell into his worst memories, trapping himself to relive them at his mind's mercy. The principality brought forth in his head, a crystal clear image of his red-haired predecessor. Wishing for endless, dreamless sleep- as he had done countless times before- Drake closed his and sighed heavily.

Upon opening his eyes, Drake noticed the same cold and unmoved golden eyes staring back at him. Nothing had changed. Unfamiliar at first, Drake noticed a resemblance between his vampire friend and this great cat in front of him.

“Uelinuw?” Drake asked confusedly.

A stunningly energetic mental image of Drake's lost friend overpowered the memory to which he clung.

The cat sat on her rear legs and lazily looked out over the ocean, her eyes drooping sadly.

Drake inhaled defeatedly and comforted the feline, gently retaining the image of his friend.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, “I miss him too.”

After some time, the cat looked up at Drake.

Do you know where he is? She asked telepathically.

“No.” Drake said. “But I want you to help me find him.”