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The salty air, the loud crashing of waves in the distance, the familiar warm and grimy sea gently touching his legs, and the hot sun on his neck, he could feel it all. Everything around the dark haired male was comforting as he slowly breathed in and out on his home away from home... a blue surfboard.
It was the only thing keeping him afloat as he sat in calm waters, already a good distance away from land.
No one else knew this side of Lance: the teen that would swim out to a calm part of the sea and just relax, enjoying nature to it's fullest. It was as if he was thanking mother nature for every day he was given before battling it out with his beautiful and terrifying enemy: the sea. Taking one last deep breath,the tanned male cracked a smile and opened his eyes. As soon as he had exhaled, the calm Lance was gone. Tranquility was replaced with determination as the teen soon began paddling out further. Now in unknown terrain, the thrill seeker felt as alive as ever. It was time.
Lance was determined to discover a huge wave- the likes that no other surfer had witnessed before. Well, witnessed and lived to tell the tale, at least.
In order to inspire others to live recklessly, the teen wanted to do something extraordinary. Lance had no intention of dying today, however the dare devil was thankful for every second he did have in order to live life to it's fullest.
Normally Lance would get up early before school, ride a wave or two then go to school and do what was society requested of him; chores, homework, and running errands until able to escape into the sea before having to sleep and repeat the process. Likewise, it was summer and the daring teen planned on spending all his free time taking on the waves.
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Keith was swimming dangerously close to the surface when he first saw him.
What appeared to be a strange seal at first, turned out to be a surfboard as he approached. Keith had almost never seen one, considering how little activity this part of the beach received. Of course there was someone on the surfboard, a real human.
He had always figured that people came to the beach in order to become more in-tune with the sea and themselves. Some humans spent a large amount of time there- as if they wanted to join him in the ocean. Of course they couldn't, no human could survive. At least, not without Keith’s assistance. He could never meet a human, no matter how much he would like to, or allow himself to be seen. If anyone knew about him, there would be consequences.
Since the day he had first seen this particular surfer, dressed in a blue and black wetsuit with darker skin than his own, brown hair tinted slightly lighter from the sun, had began watching him from a small rock outcropping.
Keith was always careful to be hidden from the beach goers, just as a precaution. He was still close enough to see him however, and he couldn't help but stare. Not only was he an idiot for surfing, but he took the biggest waves, constantly putting himself in harm's way.
From dawn to dusk, Lance would surf for as long as he could, until he was either too exhausted to continue or his thirst was quenched for the day. The first week he'd been able to satisfy his drive with little waves, but the more dangerous the waves, the bigger his craving became. Now it wasn't a factor of until he was bored but rather what would give out first: his body, or his will?
Keith's red tail flopped in the water, swishing back and forth as he watched. He often wondered what it was like to have legs, to be able to stand on something and let nature control your path. The currents could pull you one way, with a riptide sweeping in the other, but the surfer he observed always managed to keep steady.
The two had done the impossible in their lives, man mastering the waves, and Keith mastering the ocean. They each had found a home in the sea, a welcoming body of water, and Keith became lost in his thoughts.
Now, sun had already fallen, and the tanned male's skin was dripping with sweat, but on his face still rested a look of tired determination.
Although he knew it would be best to start heading back towards the shore, he could already see what he'd been waiting for all day starting to form a few feet away: the mother wave. There was no way he'd let it escape him this time. Swimming over, Lance tiredly forced his aching bones to obey and stood on his board, now right in the middle of destruction's path with a huge grin plastered on his face.
Keith snapped out of his daze to see the brown haired man approaching an enormous wave. The beach was barely lit, yet Keith's vision was impeccable. There was no way he would survive that wave, even if he was the best surfer Keith had ever witnessed. He cautiously slipped into the water, swimming closer to the approaching wave.
Hell, he was going to regret this.