[sillysadass]

From a distance, Vespa would be mistook for a human or some other neutral creature. His race had a bad reputation for attacking things that come into their territory. Especially with the mantises and wasps. He sighed, resting his head in his arms. Being tired was a euphamism. Ever since his heat began, he refused to fall asleep at camps because he knew, either he might not wake up, or would be stuck with a few unwanted eggs. Eggs were less of a problem, though. He could lay them, then leave them to create their own nests.