Exotic

A cold breeze combed through the Queen's fur, a soft pur rumbling in her gullet. It was obvious that winter had finally caught up with her as snowflakes fell effortlessly from the sky. Wings ruffled lightly in the attempt to shake off whatever snow had gathered on her feathers. It was sent scattering before the Queen allowed her form of flight to rest easy against her shoulders. Piercing emerald eyes glistened at the rising sun that hid behind winter clouds. The horizon was nothing but white silk in the distance, with the few odd spots of dead trees and shivering plants. Her breath came out as a cloud in front of her and she simply began to hum. "Are you.. Are you.. Coming to the tree.. They strung up a king.. They said who murdered three.. Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be.. If we met at midnight in the hanging tree.." Her voice trailed off and she cracked a deathly smile.

When you approach, Queen Exotic gives you the most intent look, but you cannot figure out why.