The Yiff-A-Cub Club
Agrius cheered ecstatically - a sound like a mix between a cicada's churr and a chalkboard getting beaten with a rake. all the other furs gathered around to congratulate him. across the gurney, the cubs winced.
Talking to Fire.
We started eating bread with meat, hearing the sounds of cicadas. long time ago, the mooses were harassed by carnivores, like me, and they almost became inexistent.
End of Time - Session 2
Not even the summer cicadas were calling from the trees. the multicolored fog had blended into a sickening shade of gray and it hung low as it idly wisped over the ground. he had expected to hear police sirens, or dogs barking, or anything.
A Lamb Among Wolves Ch:8
"now vernon, i just heated you up a fish patty since we were having cicada loaf tonight and i know you aren't a fan of bugs." vernon scrunched his nose in disgust. "blech, yeah i'll pass on the loaf thank ya."
Cricket Needs to Go Pee
** * * * cricket was making her way through the crowded markets of cicada hive, looking at the various shops and stalls lining the plaza.
Moonlight Dancer
She skipped down the garden, listening to crickets and cicadas chirp and click to each other. she did a slow pirouette, taking in the garden in this strange ethereal light.
[Taraji] Character Sheet & Prologue — A hope of life
She only heard her paws on the hard surface of the savanna, the wind in the few clumps of grass and the chirp of a lonely cicada somewhere. so she walked until the sun dawned and her stomach began to rumble. out here she had no food.
Changing places a little...
cicadas were being noisy in the night outside. we had a meal and went to the bedroom. we slept on the same bed.
No Culture
* * * yellow-bellied frogs half submerged in the calm lake water by the shore joined the flurry of shrill cicadas with their own baritone ribbits to create a harrowing evening chorus as loud as the violent and ceremonial songs played around valu's village
Moonlight Dancer
She skipped down the garden, listening to crickets and cicadas chirp and click to each other. she did a slow pirouette, taking in the garden in this strange ethereal light.
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.
Reaver and the wolves.
My ears flick back and forth occasionally at the surroundings, the sounds of birds and cicadas overshadowing everything else. it doesn't take long, maybe a couple of minutes, but i find myself in a medium sized clearing at the base of a cliff face.