The moon hung in an unsettling way, masked by dark clouds that have already begun to haunt the nights this early into Orangemoon. Your eyes flicker around nervously, watchful and dulled with that glaze that you wear so neatly; your canine companion thinks very little of your constant on-edge panic attacks and shuffles along over the warm sand at your side. All around you the ocean thrums against the still newly shaped coast, the rusty splash of color cast from the sky making the beach look much more red than it would usually appear.

How many times have you found yourself in this exact position? one of us mumbles, our beady black eyes reaching out to spy the stars from behind shrouded night skies; each of us lies on our bellies, our round faces held by hot hands on the end up propped-up elbows. Instead of a response, you stare into the distance, watching the ocean water beat itself by creating large breaking waves off of the shoreline. Below you in her favorite position sits Ouija, her oily eyes watching the water with you, fascinated by the motions and reflecting colors. Silently, your eyes cast down on the young fox, the softest of smiles touching the corners of your ruby lips.

"Not to bad.. right?" your raspy voice slips from your throat like a rudely awakened teenage boy, crackling in your dry throat as you speak. Ouija's only response is the twitch of her ears and a sleepy blink. The smile lingers on your features, but settles again to a near straight line along your mouth. We sigh inside of our white-washed apartment, a couple of us rolling around on potbellies while the others of us stand up awkwardly, our make believe bones popping and creaking as we climb up.

The wind floats over the water in steady gusts, playing with the curled knots and wavy messes of hair coating your neck. The grumbling waves playing along the shelf of rock creates both a comforting and a slightly disturbed twist in your gut; Everything bothers you we scoff, waving our hands at you in disgust. Up from her post alongside your leg, the white fox slinks into the shallow water, her paws disappearing into the froth of sea foam as it is pushed up in thin lines. Quiet and cautious, you watch your companion as she dips into the unwelcoming waters.

Nostrils flutter, a deep breath drawing in salty air as if you can't get enough, before dark eyelids droop heavily and the breath is released in a sigh. From here, your mind begins to wander and gather everything that you have encountered in the past few days.

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Tagged: @[Ranjiri] and @[Ryuu]
Ooc: Shitty start, but it's up!

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