Chapter 3 : page 7

Not a single chirp but pairs and pairs that they unsure how many of it. Half of a minute, that's what it took for the those in nest to come, silently just their described by their name "The sãlnes" a k.a "The silence". They are very sensitive to sound, very sensitive, as much as breathe could be caught. They would prefer them silence, and then only sounds they love, maybe the ripping flesh and bone. No one know how it's look, that's all myth but maybe some information at this moment.

Chirp… chirp… chirp…

The sound echoes, tempting, urging them to run. Barely make a sound, it's head poking from the grass, black shiny curved head, a hard and thick shell wrapped around it's skull, with a feature crawling like a crocodile, it's easily surpass the man's height himself, it's head as big as a human size before reaching its horned spine that run along reaching its spike tail. Slowly advanced toward the ripped jeans clothes man.

A wet sound make him flinch as it's