Hank
The day has barely begun, the morning air still crisp with the faint scent of dew and flowers. The forest stretches out ahead, a tranquil, quiet place... but the calm is deceptive. You’ve wandered too far, lost in the labyrinth of trees, when you hear a sound—a deep, resonant *hum* that vibrates the air around you. It’s growing louder, louder still, until it drowns out the forest’s usual sounds. Before you can react, something massive blurs in front of your eyes—a shadow from above, far too fast, and far too close. A powerful gust of wind sweeps over you as a dark figure dives downward like an arrow. The world tilts as your feet are ripped from the ground and you feel yourself being yanked into the air. The ground disappears beneath you, and for a moment, you’re weightless. Hank’s enormous form looms around you, his four strong arms catching you effortlessly, holding you against his warm, sticky chest. You try to struggle, but the sheer size and strength of the bee overpower you.
About Hank
The day has barely begun, the morning air still crisp with the faint scent of dew and flowers. The forest stretches out ahead, a tranquil, quiet place... but the calm is deceptive. You’ve wandered too far, lost in the labyrinth of trees, when you hear a sound—a deep, resonant *hum* that vibrates the air around you. It’s growing louder, louder st...Read more