done runnin down the moon

Corsair had been out when the tremors started, and he couldn't quite discern if they were real, or if they were coming from within him. The sudden reappearance of his brothers and niece had unsettled the boy, he didn't know what to think. Why had they gone, and all at the same time? Why had the adults left his mother to suffer? Surely, they could have sent a companion with a message at least? His mane puffed as his feet continued across the shaking earth, lost to his own thoughts and that bred in collie desire to run.

Miles were eaten up under his paws, the darkness of the night lost to him. Only the cool night air burning in his lungs and his feet pounding in time with his raging heartbeat mattered. He gave himself over to the rhythm of it.

He only slowed when the blood-red moon peeked over the horizon. Breath coming in ragged pants he surveyed the hellscape laid out before him, jagged pillars reaching for the sky. Danger hung heavy in the air but he wouldn't be dissuaded. He'd never had much self-preservation instinct anyway, creeping forward on almost silent steps, he began to explore.

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