foreboding feeling

There was a lot Ronan didn't know, hadn't seen- but this was familiar. Painful.

The night's darkness stretched on far longer than it ought to, unsteady ground beneath his paws with tremors so fierce he felt them in his chest. And then when dawn finally broke it poisoned the sky red. Sickly. He couldn't turn a blind eye and ignore it, he had to know and found himself rushing to the west, ran till his paws throbbed with each step. Till his sides heaved, nausea stirring in his gut. He didn't know and that's what bothered him, but he'd lived long enough, seen enough shit to know that something wasn't right. That something was coming.

Sharp, jagged metal spires jutted out of the earth. Looked like ruins, felt like them too; just the sense of disquiet as the red light seared across the horizon. Dimming even his vivid glow. He slowed to a walk, grimacing in discomfort only just starting to catch his breath.