Drained..weary..That’s how Vosa felt after a brutal fight with a Dragonfly Insectian, a fight well fought on the Dragonfly’s behalf, but not enough to subdue Vosa- a strong Mammoth Wasp, assassin of Insectia. Not many knew hitmen operated within Insectia, but those aware feared his name. As one of the more ruthless assassins, he’d been given the name “Deathwing”, one he lived up to. He’d been hired by a many number of clients with a story to tell..territory issues, revenge kills, rival wars..reasons never mattered to Vosa. All that mattered was that his fee was paid, and this client was more than ready to pay the price to be rid of the Dragonfly.

Suddenly snapped from his thoughts, he became aware that he was still in the middle of flying. He wasn’t paying attention, now in territory he didn’t usually ventilate into. He looked around, surrounded by tall green stalks that sprouted from the ground. Flying higher and bursting up from a canopy of petals showed that he had flown into a field of wildflowers, a meadow that went on as far as the eye could see.

“Petalbrook..”

It seemed the universe was giving him a sign..or maybe the Insectian goddess Rinita really exists and is looking out for him..he huffed a curt chuckle at the thought and began to search for a flower to rest on. He spotted a pleasing sight, a sunflower, his favorite, growing tall and smelling rich with nectar. It practically called his name, begging him to feed upon its sweet ambrosia. He dove, dropping into the flower’s center and landing on something soft..and buzzy? He’s immediately alert, expecting a predator, but instead finds a Bumblebee underneath him with terror-filled eyes. He raised an eyebrow, head tilted with a questioning look. Bumblebees weren’t usually aggressive, but as he had literally landed on top of them, he couldn’t be sure how they’d react. He hoped a hard glare and a harsh voice would keep them from fighting, but was ready for anything.

“..I don’t want to fight you, buzzy bee..but if you make me, I’ll end you.”