mr brightside /open

[Fire]

jealousy
turning saints into the sea

It was his favourite time of day, he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the romantic in him, the pastel pinks and purples smudged across a darkening blue sky whilst the huge orange sun sunk slowly as it was engulfed by mountains. The air was starting to get a little nippy, whilst clinging to the warmth of the day. He didn't mind the cold, it was quite refreshing really. He breathed out a long sigh, closing his eyes as the evening air rippled through his Sienna-coloured fur. He was in a strangely peaceful mood. It was odd, he supposed, for a Falling Moon to be enchanted by something as simple as the sky, but Keanu was drawn to its charm for some reason or another. It was quite vast, quite strong, quite irregular, quite abstact, quite quaint and quite…normal. He liked the notion of being allowed to be more than one thing, even if it really was just the sky and he was going rather mad.

Smiling to himself, he opened his eyes again and wandered a little further down the slope, taking no care what direction he moved in. He was feeling rather thoughtful, possibly deep. For a wolf that could charm his way out of the fiery depths of hell, he was also a lot more than that. He wondered if others could see it. He stopped suddenly, unsure where this indecisiveness was coming from.

He decided he needed company. That was it. Demi was probably the first wolf he’d spoken to in a while. Perhaps all this thinking was making him go doolally. His jaws parted and revealed his pearly canines as he yawned dopily.
A hard day’s night.

swimming through sick lullabies
choking on your alibi

[[Midnight]]

Justyn was busy trying to keep his footing on the sloped clearing as he scaled its sharp downward angle. He'd always had a hard time here with his balance; probably his bulk just making him a tad clumsier on his feet than say a sure-footed slim runt of the litter. He hadn't been up to much lately. Life seemed to him to be calming down some. He actually found himself bored most days, with less wolves to bite and far less of Duke to see. Justyn figured everyone had something on their minds (seemed a lot of Moons recently passed away) and they were keeping to themselves.

It was all temporary. Everything always is, right? It wouldn't be long before someone livened things right back up.

This was what he was thinking when he slipped down the slope, almost taking a tumble before he caught himself. With a snort he straightened his legs, glad to have not fallen over. Just a stumble. When he looked straight ahead, however, there was a male wolf walking in his direction, though a decent jog down a ways. Justyn gave himself a quick shake of his course pelt and nonchalantly walked forward, keeping his hazel eyes trained on Keanu's shape.

He could honestly say he didn't know this fellow's name. He was sure he'd seen him before during meals and hunts, but hadn't spoken a word to the brute, as far as he knew. As he usually did, Jusytn thought ahead to the possible scenario that might unfold; what kind of personality did he have? Mean, nasty, overbearing?

He snuffed at the thought. He kept a few tail-lengths between them when he got close, and watched his face.
He looked possibly tired, but not at all irritated or even mean. But Justyn didn't let that keep his guard down - he knew not to judge a book by its cover.

"What's up?" he greeted, not full of enthusiam but not necessarily lifeless. Just the bored Justyn, not the angry or indifferent Justyn. His own face must've looked curious as he once again tried to recall the male's name - he had to have heard it before, they've lived in the same pack for many seasons now.

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ooc: I didn't even notice this, sorry Mids! <3

bic: Although company was inevitable, Keanu was a little surprised when he noticed the Falling Moon's current Beta wandering over to him. He know a little about Justyn but had never spoken him, which was more than happy coincidence. Keanu tended to keep out of the higher ranking wolves' way whenever he could as it meant keeping out of trouble. He felt no real allegiance to the pack but they were useful in terms of hunting and protection. It was a wonder Duke had even let him stay considering the stunts that Kinaki and the gang pulled when they first joined the pack.

As the male made his way toward him, Keanu made his way forward to meet him and stopped when Justyn did. Surely he couldn't be as ill-tempered as Duke. Besides, no wolf was completely bad. He doubted that the Beta would start a fight for no reason. It didn't seem sensible, but that was only his humble Delta view on the situation. Judging by his stance and facial expression, he didn't seem like he was trying to be threatening.
Keanu dipped his head in respect, but kept his steady gaze on the male.
"Not much, unfortunately," he replied pleasantly. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Keanu." Keanu wasn't a huge fan of pleasantries but the situation called for it. He wanted to decipher what kind of mood this brute was in before he relaxed a little. Compared to Justyn, and the majority of the Falling Moons, Keanu was tiny. He was tall and slender and stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the strong, well-built muscles that were common in the pack.

"What brings you 'round here then? Beta duties?" he asked, unable to help a small smirk and eyebrow-raise creasing his otherwise emotionless expression. It was a harmless question in itself, but Keanu seemed to have a way of making even innocent wondering sound like he was plotting the demise of a pack.