bleeding out

Titanic form swept across the southern continent like a hurricane, grief bubbling ominously close to the surface. The sun had been sinking below the horizon when he'd set out from the coast, headed inland. He didn't stop until a monument of stone caught his attention. Amethyst gaze swept up and down the granite monoliths, brows drawn together curiously. Burgeoning musculature drew him closer, broad paws swiping through the grass with minimal sound. Cosmic auds shoved forward, the male eyed the carved runes in the thick slabs of stone. This was a blessed place. He hadn't encountered one of these in some time.

Ensconced in the circle of stones, he couldn't shake the sensation of being watched. A thousand eyes bored into him from all angles. Soft whispers reached his auds, myriad voices mingling until one couldn't be distinguished from another. Growing louder by the second. As the vocals reached a crashing crescendo of cries, one stood out above the rest. "Mother?" there was disbelief in his tone, but he held out hope. He missed her, he missed his father. There was no one there, the voices had silenced. He was alone under the apathetic sky of stars and trapped within the runestones.