Wings Of Fire-Fighting Conquest CH 1
They landed down in the luxury level, and burnet led them to a large mansion next to cicada's. “this is… nice." blue spoke. they walked into the house, and burnet motioned to a hall.
The Golden Age: Chapter 1
The cicadas whirred in the hazy golden heat, and as i neared the sea they blended almost imperceptibly into the low murmur of the waves.
Zootopia: Brave New World - Eating Bugs and Defying Law
Alex knew that it was made from cicada, which was a bug, but still, instead of feeling nauseated by this, alex felt his mouth watering even more.
How to Catch a Shark
Another look around the room for other signs of his folks resulted in nothing but the dull hum of the cicadas outside. duke walked to the couch and flopped down with a huff, taking his sandals off in the process and flicking them to the floor.
Swole
An omnipresent chorus of cicadas filled the air with their song as a lone truck rumbled down a dusty driveway.
Rik the Wolf in... A Case of Mistaken Identity
The cicada, on the other end, had ceased movement long ago. “at least let a bass or something grab it. i’m starving. over here… and i’m talking to myself out loud again, too.”
Smoke Trails
There were no insects, no cicadas droning, no freshly woken wallabies bouncing away through the undergrowth. nothing except the soft tread of his paws on the carpet of ash and singed leaves.
Wasp's Surrogate 1
He lumbers through the streets of the city, the chirping of crickets and cicadas serenading one another as a racket and a testament to the debauchery of the town.
~ Bent Over the Fence ~
The paddock stayed quiet except for the slow creak of wood, distant cicadas, and two sets of breathing that had stopped pretending this was only about shoeing.
She Sleeps with Snakes
For a moment, there was quiet - just the creak of cicadas down the mountainside, and the whisper of robes swaying in faint touches of breeze. "he is watching." the head priestess said, curtly.
The Last Goodbye
cicadas sang their soft, familiar song in the grass on either side of the trail, seeming somehow to shepherd her along the steep trail, hidden as they were in the lush, cool greenness of the surrounding trees. here was one turn.
Old Dogs Make the Best Mates
It was quiet, but the summer type of quiet where the only noise was the buzzing of cicadas, distant sprinklers and passing cars, most of which blocked out by the sound of the wind whooshing over an old white pickup as it cruised down an avenue towards the