[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 22pt; color: black; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px white;]Keeton Grimm[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; font-family: GEORGIA; font-size: 8pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: -.3px;]KEETON || MALE || GERMAN SHEPHERD || 1 YEAR 11 MONTHS || KoE || [ABBR=MEDIUM, NO POWERS, NO WEAPONS, DON'T KILL/MAIM, CAPTURE WITH PERMISSION, ATTACK IN "SLATEGREY"]BATTLE TAGS[/ABBR][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 470px; margin-top: -12px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height:130%; width:470px; margin-top: -6px; FONT-FAMILY: GEORGIA; max-height: 300px; overflow: auto;]
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's a time to change, hey, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey, hey
Keeton lay awake in his room in the castle, fighting to fall asleep but utterly failing. The young shepherd lifted his weary head from his paws, glancing around in the dark room. Absentmindedly, he stood and hopped off of the bed; no matter how comfortable the human-made, pillowy and soft four-poster was, it wasn't helping him to sleep tonight. He padded over to the window and hopped up onto the sill, peering out into the night-shrouded land.
But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star–
One without a permanent scar?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
It was a warm night, warmer than it had been in a long while. All wind was absent from the Edenian's land, leaving the air hanging over the gardens to be humid and moist with little movement. The sky was cloudless, revealing a look into the navy depths of space. Above, stars twinkled in and out of focus, small spots of brilliant yellow in the dark blue sea of the ether. The territory was silent; it was as if Keeton were the only creature awake in the nighttime.
Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey, hey
She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey, hey
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
Told a story about a man who was too afraid to fly so he never did land
Gazing out into the wild, Keeton felt the pull of the land drawing him out. With a single blink of his azure eyes, the sleepy canine dropped back onto the floor of his room and began to make his way into the dark hallway. Before he left, Keeton glanced back into his room at the low ceiling; hanging from the roof of the chamber were dozens of dreamcatchers of all colors and shapes. Each was handmade by Keeton, a superstition which evolved with his frequent nightmares and night terrors. He took a step back and lifted his nose to one, padded out in the hallway, and then, into the gardens.
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way?
And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
Once Keeton was outside, he paused for a moment, gazing up at the night sky. Out of the castle, the stars appeared closer, and almost friendlier in the nighttime. The canine lowered his gaze and continued his walk, a slow wander, along the path. He didn't concentrate on where he was going, but instead let his paws lead him wherever they wished. Eventually, Keeton found himself in a small, cozy clearing a short ways away from the castle. Trees surrounded him on all sides, and only one path lead out, the same which lead him in: a rough dirt trail that looked as if it were hardly traveled.
Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken?
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance, five-hour phone conversation,
the best soy latte that you ever had and me?
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way?
The canine lowered his haunches onto the dewy ground and raised his head once again. Above him, the stars still twinkled in their faraway home, golden stitches in the navy blanket of the night. Keeton gave a sleepy blink of his eyes before a sigh escaped his lips and he lowered himself slowly to the grass. He rested his head on his paws and gazed upwards, letting himself get lost in his thoughts and the galaxy above. The look in his eyes would be obvious to anyone watching, though it seemed that no one was: grief. The young shepherd was grieving, plain and simple. When his father had passed, the shepherd was too shocked to feel the sadness of losing the only one you had left in the world. But now, in the gardens of Eden, it could all come crashing down; he truly had no one. Sure, everyone in the Knights of Eden was kind. Everyone was friendly. But, they weren't family; for his entire life, Keeton's father had been there for him. When old age took his life, it also took Keeton's only friend, only family, his one and only home, completely and utterly away from him.
And tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star,
One without a permanent scar?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself?
His azure eyes were tearing up as he gazed at the sky. And, alone as he was in the center of the clearing, Keeton felt the loneliness welling up in his heart just as the salty tears were in his eyes. And, with the stars his only company, Keeton was finally lulled to sleep by the twinkle of the light above him.
And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?
And did you fall for a shooting star, fall for a shooting star?
And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there.
[align=right]- "Drops of Jupiter," Train
[1/5 LL]
