There's a whispering noise at their feet; in the wood all around them. At first it sounds just like rustling leaves of bamboo, before the entire forest floor seems to rush up around them. Not as leaves on the wind but thousands upon thousands of black, ominous butterflies that rush up in a cloud thick as night. Like death omens themselves, and the sound doesn't come solely from their wings but from the chattering of thousands of tiny crowned skulls they have instead of thoraxes. Teeth snapping together with hisses and clacks, they sound like a rising cacophony of madness as they rise and quickly blot out the sky. Blot out even the moon.
And in the next moment they're biting them too. A dozen tiny lacerations of oddly sharp, tiny human teeth in the blink of an eye. Deep bites not even half a second later, eager not to hurt but to feast. To consume them alive. ]
Shouto-- [ Allen gasps it out, spun around to try and face the hoard seeming to come at them from all angles with first an expression of horror and recognition, and then gritting his teeth while narrowly avoiding a mouthful of carnivorous bug after his tongue. Re-orienting and steeling himself in snap judgment in the same moment as he grounds out the only word he dares: ]
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There's a whispering noise at their feet; in the wood all around them. At first it sounds just like rustling leaves of bamboo, before the entire forest floor seems to rush up around them. Not as leaves on the wind but thousands upon thousands of black, ominous butterflies that rush up in a cloud thick as night. Like death omens themselves, and the sound doesn't come solely from their wings but from the chattering of thousands of tiny crowned skulls they have instead of thoraxes. Teeth snapping together with hisses and clacks, they sound like a rising cacophony of madness as they rise and quickly blot out the sky. Blot out even the moon.
And in the next moment they're biting them too. A dozen tiny lacerations of oddly sharp, tiny human teeth in the blink of an eye. Deep bites not even half a second later, eager not to hurt but to feast. To consume them alive. ]
Shouto-- [ Allen gasps it out, spun around to try and face the hoard seeming to come at them from all angles with first an expression of horror and recognition, and then gritting his teeth while narrowly avoiding a mouthful of carnivorous bug after his tongue. Re-orienting and steeling himself in snap judgment in the same moment as he grounds out the only word he dares: ]
Fire.