Runaway

It was well into the night, pitch black and well past the time where the world was sleeping. He didn't know how long he'd been walking, but he didn't think he could keep going. His paws ached, cracked, bleeding, sore from miles and miles of moving, most of that distance covered with almost little to no rest. He needed to get as far away from those memories as possible, from everything that plagued him. Limbs began to shake, however, and the gargantuan male felt like he couldn't go on much longer. His paws dragged through the dirt with each heavily exhausted step, and when he used the last bit of his energy to try to keep going, he'd collapse. The male fell heavily against a gnarled pine, attempting to use it for support, but not even the support of the world around him could keep him on his feet. Weary, Acere slumped to the ground, breath hard and ragged as he let his head fall with a dull thud to the bare earth. His chest heaved, body shaking from exhaustion. He felt so...so tired. And all he wanted to do now was sleep.