Lucid eyes gaze at you deeply, not just one, but the attention of another. Then another, till onyx eyes follow your every movement, mimicking your head gestures.
These little clouds of white, like a breeze surround you. But what started of as a gathering soon became a mob mentality. As they hurry around you a hurricane of nibbles upon your being.
As white becomes crimson, it would look pretty if not for your blood painting on the canvass of there appetite. You try to scream out, but as you raise your hand in desperation. One after another they consume digits. And screams are muffled out by there herd of ear piercing Bbaaaaaaaaaaaaa's.
The circle of life has a funny way of coming around, as they clean each other all that's left is a stain, quickly dissipated with multiple fluffiness walking over as they ***... What was a ink blot on the field now just a hue on the blades no one being the wiser.
Then later another walker, brave and daring walks unrespecting, and this one isn't as skinny as breakfast.. Lunch is served. As they smile sweetly, the walker says Bbaaaaaaaaaaa….
Oh dearie me.. this isn't going to end well me thinks..