Pffft!
The bizarre sound came behind her. Isadora pivoted to the danger, but it was too late.
Something quick and tiny punctured her neck.
Isadora hissed, grabbing the thing and forcing it out of her skin.
Her hand quivered as she stared at a tiny red needle. "What's this?"
"Oh no!" Thornfoot panicked, backing away slowly. "Not them!"
"Them?"
The dread in Thornfoot's eyes was unlike anything she had ever seen.
"Stingers!"
"S-Stinger?"
"Trust me, you don't want to be involved with them!" Then he paused as a fruition grasped him. 'Dear Alda, it couldn't be!'
"Thornfoot?"
"T-They don't just prey randomly on others. We're marked!"
Suddenly, a group materialized from the trees, wringing out of the bark as if they had been fused within the entire time.
Isadora watched with wide eyes as they crawled out, and in fear, she backed away.
They stood to their full height, clad in blood brown attire and shawls. Judging from the same height and build, they were all males.
