#microleo

Caipirasuchus/Materpiscis

( requested by anon :] )

Microleo does not know silence. Even when calm, the forest is not quiet. Breezes hiss against leaves, push fruit to fall and branches to clatter. Animals hoot and bleat, chirp and coo. Microleo is one of them. Its bark is sharp and wooden, its yelp is like a baby’s scream. But behind all the forest’s sounds is that eternal wall of noise: the insects. As soon as sunlight bleaches the sky and stars fade into the blue, cicadas resume the throbbing anthems they’d performed the day before, choirs pulsing out weird chants that fill space like water does a cup. And when the sun sets and the cicadas rest their tymbals, the crickets and katydids take their place with echo-like songs rippling through the darkness like wind slips through fingers.