Nocturne Summit sheets are swaying from an old clothesline

BWP thread! Fast paced, please! Backdated to the 27th.

A distant hum of noise kissed his ears as he awoke from his slumber.

Marcello lifted his head and his jaws opened in a big great yawn. The remains of his kill from the night before, a small rabbit, lay discarded near the mouth of the small cavern. He blinked away the haze from his eyes and rose to his feet, first shaking the debris from his pelt, before bowing into a back-cracking stretch. He stepped towards the carcass and delicately grabbed a leg to gnaw on while he sunned himself on the rocks outside. Just then, something flitted down to land on the shale nearby and his eyes darted towards it. A small insect. A grasshopper? He ignored it and headed out into the sun.

Another grasshopper landed near him, followed by another. He continued walking. One landed on his rump and he flicked his tail to dislodge it. The hum was growing louder and his ears twisted forward. A bug fell from above and landed on his nose before hopping away. Marcello growled and looked up, blood turning cold; the trees were shivering. Thousands upon thousands of locusts were crawling over everything. The beautiful spring greenery was being torn apart and devoured.

"Fuck," he cursed, regaining control over his mind and coming full circle to realize just what was happening.

A swarm.