The Kingsroad

It was music to her ears. The sound beckoned her like a drug. Ivory legs pulled her from her place of rest and into an easy lope. A stranger had come knocking at her door, and by all means, she would answer. The Monarch would slow just before reaching the border, picking a quiet walk. Shoulders rolled with each step as power radiated her behemoth form. Tail would slowly curl at her hocks, crown lifting, coral pools searching for the caller.

Eyes would land on a spend fae, shorter than herself. A dark pelt and amber eyes bright like fire. A devious grin would pull at her lips as she slide from the mist of her home. "Welcome to Elysium dear, care to join us?"

The silver Queen in a particularly good mood, for the time being as she stood before the woman. Eyes would slide over the strangers frame, sizing her up. She could only hope that this woman wished to join her ranks and would prove herself worthy.